"Branching" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... for the first time, a number of Spanish cattle feeding in a pasture. They were large, variously colored animals with the widely-branching horns that distinguish them. A man must have a long range of buildings to stable a score of creatures with such horns, and for that reason they will only be kept as curiosities in these northern latitudes. And they are curiosities of animal life, heightened to a wonderment when ...
— A Walk from London to John O'Groat's • Elihu Burritt
... party a few miles from the walls of the city, at an appointed place, whence we were to make the rest of the journey in company. We were first at the place of meeting, which was a rising ground, shadowed by a few cedars, with their huge branching tops. We reined up our horses and stood with our faces toward the road, over which we had just passed, looking to catch the first view of the Queen. The sun was just rising above the horizon, and touching with its golden color ...
— Zenobia - or, The Fall of Palmyra • William Ware
... itself a solemn sanctuary In the profound of heaven! It stands before us A mount of snow fretted with golden pinnacles! The very sun, as though he worshipped there, Lingers upon the gilded cedar roofs; And down the long and branching porticoes, On every flowery sculptured capital Glitters the homage of his parting beams. By Hercules! the sight might almost win The offended majesty of Rome ...
— Palestine or the Holy Land - From the Earliest Period to the Present Time • Michael Russell
... was about to be opened to him. It seemed to him that he heard notes of fitful music leaping upwards a tone and downwards a diminished fourth, upwards a tone and downwards a major third, like triple-branching flames leaping fitfully, flame after flame, out of a midnight wood. It was an elfin prelude, endless and formless; and, as it grew wilder and faster, the flames leaping out of time, he seemed to hear from under the boughs and grasses wild creatures racing, their feet pattering ...
— A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man • James Joyce
... in their sleep as if they were dreaming of dangers to come, and their mother patted them gently. With a whisper of thanks Phil said good-bye, and crept through the branching passages up to ...
— The Junior Classics Volume 8 - Animal and Nature Stories • Selected and arranged by William Patten
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