"Aslant" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... pair of eyebrows, black hair flowing in uncombed profusion over the forehead, an old-fashioned coat, a white cravat carelessly tied, as often behind or on one side of the neck as in front, a shabby hat set aslant, jack-boots reaching above the knee; think of him thus either as sitting at home, surrounded by books on the shelves, on the table, on the few chairs, and all over the floor; or as walking unter den Linden, and in the Thiergarten of Berlin, leaning on the arm of his sister ...
— History of Rationalism Embracing a Survey of the Present State of Protestant Theology • John F. Hurst
... foot of it Johnny Whitelamb had risen and was holding his drawing aslant, in some hope, perhaps, that the angle might correct the perspective of old Mettle's portrait. Certainly it was a villainous portrait, as he acknowledged to himself with a sigh. Parts of it must be rubbed out, and his right hand rummaged in his ...
— Hetty Wesley • Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... strange birth-pangs breathest thou, The while we gaze with dreamy eyes Back o'er a sea of memories, And see thy seed of foreign skies Here washt, to spring beneath our sun And ripen till its bloom is won! What storms have rocked thy stem aslant, O changeful-nurtured Century-Plant! Whose living flower now opens bland Its kindly promise o'er the land! With blood and tears 'twas watered, The bud whose blossom now is spread A floral cap her head upon, Who, a la Martha ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 17, - No. 97, January, 1876 • Various
... my chair, with a quick motion in going out made me a slight gesture. I followed her into a small office or ante-chamber adjoining. The furniture was very simple; the indicator, with a figure for every bell, decorated the wall in its cherry-wood frame; the keys, hanging aslant in rows, like points of interrogation in a letter of Sevigne's, formed a corresponding ornament; and a row of registers on the desk completed the furniture. One of these books she drew forward, opened ...
— Lippincott's Magazine. Vol. XII, No. 33. December, 1873. • Various
... an eagle glance, struck his breast with his hand, and saying deliberately, in his native language:—"I made that, for I am a great musician,"—he again played his wonderful composition. There was no candle in the room; the light of the rising moon fell aslant through the window; the sensitive air trembled resonantly; the pale, little room seemed a sanctuary, and the head of the old man rose high and inspired in the silvery semi-darkness. Lavretzky approached and embraced ...
— A Nobleman's Nest • Ivan Turgenieff
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