But as the last two days had been very warm
, like an Indian summer, the ice was not now transparent, showing the dark green color of the water, and the bottom, but opaque and whitish or gray, and though twice as thick was hardly stronger than before, for the air bubbles had greatly expanded under this heat and run together, and lost their regularity; they were no longer one directly over another, but often like silvery coins poured from a bag, one overlapping another, or in thin flakes, as if occupying slight cleavages.
, King Frost,' she answered, though she shivered as she spoke.
You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm
stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree
If you are cold, come and take a seat by the fire and warm
Again they drove into the street and again it grew quiet, warm
, and cheerful, and again they could see the manure-stained street and hear voices and songs and the barking of a dog.
Then there you lie like the one warm
spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.
While we were lying there against the warm
bank, a little insect of the palest, frailest green hopped painfully out of the buffalo grass and tried to leap into a bunch of bluestem.
His office was so warm
, his fire so bright, his sides shook so heartily with laughter, that I experienced always a great difficulty in making up my mind to reach for my hat.
Her gauzy flowing robes might not be very warm
, yet the weather wasn't at all chilly, but rather mild and balmy, like a spring day.
It came from a very bright place; and the little one, rising on its legs, toddled through the snow, the old grimy shawl in which it was wrapped trailing behind it, and the queer little bonnet dangling at its back--toddled on to the open door of Silas Marner's cottage, and right up to the warm
hearth, where there was a bright fire of logs and sticks, which had thoroughly warmed
the old sack (Silas's greatcoat) spread out on the bricks to dry.
Also amongst men there is a beautiful brood of the warm
sun, and much that is marvellous in the wicked.
Ah me," sighed Primrose, throwing herself languidly back, "how warm
the sun grows