What is "unburied"

Usage examples of "unburied".

Antonini told me he had himself unburied the figure of Malchus, which he found more than half covered with earth.

Klyucharyov, hero of several previous works, is found struggling for survival in a city divided between an underground realm of safety and plenty and an overground wilderness in which human society has virtually ceased to function: the lights have gone out, stray, frightened figures scamper between dark buildings, rape and robbery take place unremarked, and the dead are left unburied.

The owners locked the place up and abandoned town in the middle of the night, leaving behind a bunch of bad debts and a few very unhappy prepaid and unburied customers.

Whatever the mystical provisions of the animating curse, they did not seem to apply to the unblest, unburied Baldomer, whose transfixed body lay motionless on the balcony a few paces away.

Unburied bodies still littered the battlefield, and scavenging wild dogs growled from the dark stench as Sharpe and Ahmed walked past.

With here and there assortments of human bones, half buried in the sand, being unburied and reburied by the wind.

After spiking the cannon, burning the fort, and destroying all the neighboring settlements, the triumphant allies departed for their respective homes, leaving the slain unburied where they had fallen.

How true was eke to Alcibiades His love, that for to dien rather chese,* *chose Than for to suffer his body unburied be?

Yet sure I am of this, that no one living creature corrupteth without the production of another, as we may see by ourselves, whose flesh doth alter into lice, and also in sheep for excessive numbers of flesh flies, if they be suffered to lie unburied or uneaten by the dogs and swine, who often and happily present such needless generations.

But some of the metal identification tags, chains, and other items were in unburied droppings, exactly typical of the Bemus herbivores we've seen so far.

War's flotsam was guide enough: unburied men and horses swelling and stinking under the merciless sun, trampled canal banks where scores of beasts had drunk, a burnt-out barn that had served as a latrine for a regiment, discarded boots, a broken bow, a stolen carpet tossed aside as too heavy to be worth carrying.

He flew low over it, a huge black carrion crow casting a bitter eye over die remains of the unburied warriors of Heureu's army.

In the lee of an unburied concrete manhole nearby, a couple of men established a little refreshment center: one hubbly-bubbly and one portable stove, shooting flames like a miniature oil well fire, where they cranked out glass after glass of heavily sweetened tea.

Likely, the typic one of them, (standing, no doubt, for hundreds, thousands,) crawls aside to some bush-clump, or ferny tuft, on receiving his death-shot -- there, sheltering a little while, soaking roots, grass and soil with red blood -- the battle advances, retreats, flits from the scene, sweeps by -- and there, haply with pain and suffering, (yet less, far less, than is supposed,) the last lethargy winds like a serpent round him -- the eyes glaze in death -- none recks -- Perhaps the burial-squads, in truce, a week afterwards, search not the secluded spot -- And there, at last, the Bravest Soldier crumbles in the soil of mother earth, unburied and unknown.

Over the many millennia since their sudden creation these tall ramparts have been slowly worn down both by erosion and our world's many small ground-quakes so that the earth has slumped back to refill the wide ditches where the column ends lie, until all that is visible is a succession of gentle waves in the land's surface, like a series of small, splayed valleys from whose upper limits the unburied lengths of the columns appear like the pale exposed bones of this little planet-moon.