What is "unbind"

Usage examples of "unbind".

The sea wind blew in their white unbound manes, where bronze and gold pins were tangled.

With love that scorned return sought to unbind The interwoven clouds which make its wisdom blind.

She stood with bowed head and clasped hands as he approached her, her hair falling unbound, as in her maiden days, over the simply white robe which she had preferred in her illness, discarding all her jewels and all emblems of her state--pale as a vision, like a sad dream of the beautiful Madonna del Sorriso which the Veronese had painted for that altar of the Servi at which, each morning, Fra Paolo still dutifully ministered.

At the helm sits a woman more fair Than Heaven, when, unbinding its star-braided hair, It sinks with the sun on the earth and the sea.

She was unbinding them, and if she could just say a few more sentences, she would succeed.

Long hair flowed down over lush breasts, but it seemed his unbinding could free no more of this apparition from the grip of the now pulsing rune.

Some women were unbinding sheaves, others were raking up the scattered straw and ears, and others again were gathering great armfuls of corn and handing them to the men to feed the machine.

But this is an unbinding for inanimate objects, and if I make a few changes in the formula, it might work.

But I tell you as an engineer what you ought to know better than I do, that sort of work is no more related to unbinding locks and stealing vehicles than a minestrone is to a manticore.

Each unbinding brought its own small and whirling cloud of lights, motes of magic that faded away to leave behind the long-stored enchanted item they had brought from otherwhere: coffers and decanters, figurines and bracelets, scepters and goblets, bowls and lamps, all of them small and beautiful of making.

He stretched out on his back, feeling the hard, uncushioned surface of the shelf beneath him, with only his unbound dark hair providing any padding for his skull.

Being unbound, Cyn had no problem with her looming over him if it made her comfortable.

His dark hair spilled unbound over his shoulders, and as she gazed at him he gave that achingly familiar lionlike toss of his mane, and her hormones roared in response.

Jaspre watched them descend, and as she leaned there, strands of her unbound hair came streaming over her shoulder, and spilled away also, unfurling like a shining ribbon, down, down, down with the red ribbon of the butterflies, down, down into the dark below.

Even the most inorganic thinker or scientifico, the crassest materialist or mechanist, is subject to his own destiny, his own soul, his own character, his own lifespan, and outside this framework of destiny his free, unbound flight of causal fancy cannot deliver him.