Yes, in Hunsden Wood--for so are those glades
and that grey building, with many gables and more chimneys, named--abides Yorke Hunsden, still unmarried; never, I suppose, having yet found his ideal, though I know at least a score of young ladies within a circuit of forty miles, who would be willing to assist him in the search.
August the twenty-eighth-- the day we saw five live iguanodons in a glade
of Maple White Land.
Never a word said Robin Hood, but he looked at the foresters with a grim face; then, turning on his heel, strode away from them down the forest glade
In a little moonlit glade
ahead of him the great ape was bending over the prostrate form of the woman Tarzan sought.
To his surprise she burst out a-laughing, and, spurring her palfrey, dashed off down the glade
, with her page riding behind her.
Out of it he had made a magnificent deer-park, where, over thousands of acres of sweet slopes and glades
and canyons, the deer ran almost in primitive wildness.
But if you will be moved by me -- for you, lord, are stronger and mightier than I, and your strength is very great -- build at Crisa below the glades
of Parnassus: there no bright chariot will clash, and there will be no noise of swift-footed horses near your well-built altar.
At the dinner in the glade
she had not failed to notice--what every body else had passed over--the absence at the festival of the hostess's brother-in-law; and more remarkable still, the disappearance of a lady who was actually one of the guests staying in the house: in plainer words, the disappearance of Mrs.
Only here and there were thickets, easily avoided, while he encountered winding, park-like glades
where the cattle had pastured in the days before war had run them off.
Spite of this frigid winter night in the boisterous Atlantic, spite of my wet feet and wetter jacket, there was yet, it then seemed to me, many a pleasant haven in store; and meads and glades
so eternally vernal, that the grass shot up by the spring, untrodden, unwilted, remains at midsummer.
And as upon the invasion of their valleys, the frosty Swiss have retreated to their mountains; so, hunted from the savannas and glades
of the middle seas, the whale-bone whales can at last resort to their Polar citadels, and diving under the ultimate glassy barriers and walls there, come up among icy fields and floes; and in a charmed circle of everlasting December, bid defiance to all pursuit from man.
The quiet childhood of Humanity, spent in the far-off forest glades
and by the murmuring rivers, is gone forever; and human life is deepening down to manhood amid tumult, doubt, and hope.