"Athwart" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... wisdom as she hath,—before She fell to waxing gray with weight of years And knowledge, bitter knowledge, bought with tears,— When it did seem as if the feet of time Moved to the music of a golden rhyme, And never one false thread might woven be Athwart that web of worldwide melody. 'Twas then there lived a certain queen and king, Unvext of wars or other evil thing, Within a spacious palace builded high, Whence they might see their chiefest city lie About them, ...
— The Poems of William Watson • William Watson
... echoes of one peal seeming angrily to chase the receding voices of its predecessor from cliff to cliff, and from recess to projection, along its rocky, erratic course up the caon. Vivid flashes of forked lightning shoot athwart the heavy black cloud that seems to rest on either wall, roofing the caon with a ceiling of awful grandeur. Sheets of electric flame light up the dark, shadowy recesses of the towering rocks as they play along the ridges ...
— Around the World on a Bicycle V1 • Thomas Stevens
... evening drew towards sunset. Flame descended on the valley, striking athwart the opening which leads to its furthest recess, superbly guarded by the crags of Bowfell, and turning all the mountain-side above the cottage, still dyed with the fern of 'yesteryear,' to scarlet. A fresh breeze blew through the sycamore leaves, bringing with it the cool scents ...
— Fenwick's Career • Mrs. Humphry Ward
... in March—cold, blustrous, dreary. The east wind blew clouds of dust athwart the Rue Grande-Mademoiselle, and the few foot-passengers in that dull thoroughfare looked pinched and wretched. The old ladies gathered round the great black stove, and gossipped in the twilight; the music-mistress went to her feeble piano, and played, unasked, unheeded; ...
— Charlotte's Inheritance • M. E. Braddon
... glow of pure desire, Pang of the seething breast, Rapture a hallowed guest! Darts pierce me through and through, Lances my flesh subdue, Clubs me to atoms dash, Lightnings athwart me flash, That all the worthless may Pass like a cloud away, While shineth from afar, Love's ...
— The Evolution of Love • Emil Lucka
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