"Balustrade" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... her? They surely would not hurt her!" came the piteous wail, as the girl clung to the rude balustrade, while her mother hastened to rouse the sleeping warrior. "Heaven pity her," thought Strong, "unless they have killed her outright and not carried ...
— Tonio, Son of the Sierras - A Story of the Apache War • Charles King
... Which scenes like these bestow, that charm the sight, Yet soothe the spirit. All is quiet here, Yet cheerful as the green sea, when it shines In some still bay, shines in its loneliness Beneath the breeze, that moves, and hardly moves, The placid surface. 160 On the balustrade Of the old bridge, that o'er the moat is thrown, The fisher with his angle leans intent, And turns, from the bright pomp of spreading plains, To watch the nimble fry, that glancing oft Beneath the gray arch shoot! Oh, happiest he Who steals through life, untroubled as unseen! The distant ...
— The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1 • William Lisle Bowles
... building, continues, in sculptured wood, the little columns of the lateral galleries which are supported by the pillars of the great nave. Thus it is impossible for the boldest curiosity, if any such should dare to mount the narrow balustrade of these galleries, to see farther into the choir than the octagonal stained windows which pierce the apse behind ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol 3 • Various
... who remained alone, felt attracted by the gay sunlight, and stepped for a moment on to the narrow balcony outside his window. Each of the third-floor rooms on this side of the hotel was provided with a similar balcony, having a carved-wood balustrade. However, the young priest's surprise was very great, for he had scarcely stepped outside when he suddenly saw a woman protrude her head over the balcony next to him—that of the room occupied by the gentleman whom M. de Guersaint and the servant ...
— The Three Cities Trilogy, Complete - Lourdes, Rome and Paris • Emile Zola
... frequent elm, with here a cottage and there a villa, on one side a wooded plantation, and on the other a rich field of grass or grain, until, turning at right angles, it brings you to an arched bridge over the Avon. Its parapet is a balustrade carved out of freestone, into the soft substance of which a multitude of persons have engraved their names or initials, many of them now illegible, while others, more deeply cut, are illuminated with ...
— Our Old Home - A Series of English Sketches • Nathaniel Hawthorne
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