Unsatisfying, as a victory

Usage examples of hollow.

Arums and acanthus and ivy filled every hollow, roses nodded from over every gate, while a carpet of violets and cyclamen and primroses stretched over the fields and freighted every wandering wind with fragrance.

But at that moment an adjutant galloped up with a message from the commander of the regiment in the hollow and news that immense masses of the French were coming down upon them and that his regiment was in disorder and was retreating upon the Kiev grenadiers.

He was thinking of something so widely different, being seated, in fact, just opposite to Sara, who, fresh from her afternoon sleep, was looking adorably pensive in her black dress edged with a soft white frill that took a heart-shaped curve in front, just wide enough to show the exquisite hollow in the lower part of her throat.

On the left side of this wood--that is, the left side to the advancing troops--there stretched a long nullah or hollow, which ran perpendicularly to the hill, and served rather as a conductor of bullets than as a cover.

Well, Mark he know of an old church, in a hollow of the mountains, not far from the coast, to the east of Agios Georgios.

Regardless now of who could see me, I started up the slope of the hollow, back toward Agios Georgios.

With a deer rib bone whose end she had hollowed out to make a small depression, she fed him the agrimony concentration in small sips sometime near midnight.

Inside lay the Hollow, filled with the languid albumin of nothingness.

Slater was found unconscious in the hollow of a tree, and taken to the nearest jail, where alienists from Albany examined him as soon as his senses returned.

Hiawatha Smote amain the hollow oak-tree, Rent it into shreds and splinters, Left it lying there in fragments.

He dipped his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone, and Amelle gasped.

All of half a mile in diameter was this shaft, and ringed regularly along its height by wide amethystine bands -- like rings of a hollow piston.

I heard it, and knew no more--heard it as I sat petrified in that unknown cemetery in the hollow, amidst the crumbling stones and the falling tombs, the rank vegetation and the miasmal vapors--heard it well up from the innermost depths of that damnable open sepulcher as I watched amorphous, necrophagous shadows dance beneath an accursed waning moon.

I settled Victoria in the hollow of my shoulder and watched as Amrita walked to the edge of the pool and smoothed down her tan skirt.

It was a long, low hall, hollowed, like all the rest, in the heart of the mountain, open in front, and adorned with frescoes and anaglyphs of curious design.