Novel whose action takes place on June 16, 1904

Usage examples of ulysses.

Greathouse wanted, I imagine, one last acknowledgment of his rank in society on neutral ground, a sort of surrender at Appomattox, with the warden as Ulysses S.

Ulysses, to betoken his madness, took his plough down to the shore and drew furrows in the sand--the sea that even Demeter, great goddess, could not sow nor bring to any fruition.

Maybe, the pair of them went to visit Ulysses in Ithaca and shoot his paitricks.

Ulysses, unknown to Penelope, slipped a letter into my hand for Calypso, at the island of Ogygia.

Ulysses, accustomed to her needs, put a piece of buttered toast into it.

They wept as pitiful, charred faces, turned up towards the Ulysses and alight with joy and hope, petrified into incredulous staring horror, as realisation dawned and the water closed over them.

It wavered, steadied, dipped, then glided forwards and downwards through the drifting smoke of the guns to strike home with a tremendous, deafening explosion that shook the Ulysses to her keel and almost shattered the eardrums of those on deck.

Now he had the Earth and the galaxy, Lucy and Ulysses, Winslowe and Lewis and the old philosopher out in the apple orchard.

It wouldna be amiss for Ulysses to make up a wee parcel of food for them to take for the journey home'twould save it spoiling, after all.

But there were two direct hits, one on a merchantman, blowing away most of the foc'sle, the other on the Ulysses.

Uncle Ulysses, Aunt Aggy sent me over to tell you to stir yourself over to the lunch-room and help serve blue plate specials.

It ran half a cable length behind the Ulysses, spent itself in the empty sea beyond.

Lincoln chattering away about plans for the evening, 12-year-old Tad of the cleft palate lisping a complaint that ``nobody asked me to go,'' and young Robert Lincoln, just returned from duty, bubbling with stories about his hero Ulysses Grant and the last days of the war.

A duffel-coated figure, cursing fluently, fought to shut the heavy door against the pitching of the Ulysses, finally succeeded in heaving the clips home.

Shrapnel from the first bomb had burst a compressed air cylinder in the torpedo workshop, and Hartley, the man who, above all, had become the backbone of the Ulysses had taken shelter there, only seconds before.