Turn our eyes to what point we may, a dead man's white, immitigable face encounters them, and freezes
our very heart
The winter came, and the place where he worked was a dark, unheated cellar, where you could see your breath all day, and where your fingers sometimes tried to freeze
I dare not,' said the other, 'for if I were to put my hat on straight, there would come such a frost that the very birds in the sky would freeze
and fall dead on the earth.
Do you not see that by its solidification, it would burst through this field of ice that imprisons us, as, when it freezes
, it bursts the hardest stones?
The cold was so intense that they had frequently to dismount and travel on foot, lest they should freeze
in their saddles.
Old age freezes
up the blood, as the frosts cover the great spring in winter; but youth keeps the streams of the blood open like a sun in the time of blossoms.
This river, flowing from high and cold latitudes, and through wide and open plains, exposed to chilling blasts, freezes
In the three months of the summer it only freezes
every other day and every night, and then the snow begins to weep off on the southerly slopes, and a few ground-willows put out their woolly buds, a tiny stonecrop or so makes believe to blossom, beaches of fine gravel and rounded stones run down to the open sea, and polished boulders and streaked rocks lift up above the granulated snow.
As it crept toward me it lashed its powerful tail against its yellow sides, and when it saw that it was discovered it emitted the terrifying roar which often freezes
its prey into momentary paralysis in the instant that it makes its spring.
I am getting old; water freezes
me - but fire warms, Monsieur Colbert.
Indeed, the temper of the meeting was now unfavorable to separate conversation; it had become rather debauched and hilarious, and people who scarcely knew each other were making use of Christian names with apparent cordiality, and had reached that kind of gay tolerance and general friendliness which human beings in England only attain after sitting together for three hours or so, and the first cold blast in the air of the street freezes
them into isolation once more.
In Bjornson there is nothing of Ibsen's scornful despair, nothing of his anarchistic contempt, but his art is full of the warmth and color of a poetic soul, with no touch of the icy cynicism which freezes
you in the other.