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Usage examples of brow.

But in the great Sperm Whale, this high and mighty god-like dignity inherent in the brow is so immensely amplified, that gazing on it, in that full front view, you feel the Deity and the dread powers more forcibly than in beholding any other object in living nature.

The maester sat silent while the fool set the antlered bucket on his brow.

Her artless dalliance and grace-- The joy that lighted up her brow-- The sweet expression of her face-- Her form--it stands before me now!

One or two leaned against the rock wall, pressing their brows to the damp stone as if that might assuage their growing thirst.

This person was attired in black, with a broad-leaved hat pulled down over his brows.

Spellbound by his loveliness, I experienced those familiar feelings of longing to touch his untidy, black hair, coax desire from his sensual yet passionless mouth, and ease the frown from his autocratic brow.

His mind, however, turned on increasing the number of persons among whom the poor bankrupt might show himself with an open brow, and an eye that could meet the eyes of his fellows.

The baronet put his hand to his brow as his mind travelled into consequences.

My brows were heavy, my intellects benumbed, my sinews enfeebled, and my sensations universally unquiet.

The foremost of the two was Sir Giles Mompesson, and his usually stern and sinister features had acquired a yet more inauspicious cast, from the deathlike paleness that bespread them, as well as from the fillet bound round his injured brow.

The enticingly slender nose, the elegant cheekbones, and the delicate structure of her winsome face in its entirety were admirable enough to bestir the heart of many of his gender, but it was her large, silkily lashed dark eyes, slanting ever-so-slightly upward beneath gracefully sweeping brows, that revived images of the young, gangly sprite she had once been.

For glaunsing ee, or brow so brent, Or cheek with rose and lilye blent, Me lists not ficht with the.

Then, when Asher raised his brows, the old man flushed an unhealthy, blotchy pink.

The last Evanthya saw of Fetnalla, she was merely standing beside Brail, gazing back at her and looking lovely in the silver-grey light, her white hair, dampened by the mist, clinging to her brow.

Dark fur bristled across his brow as he reached down and lifted the disk with his fingers.