"Lidless" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... all that immense and inhuman desolation nothing (to Alice) had been more melancholy, more sinister, more haunted than the house where John Greatorex had died. With its gray, unsleeping face, its lidless eyes, staring out over the marshes, it had lost (for Alice) all likeness to a human habitation. It repudiated the living; it remembered; it kept a grim watch with ...
— The Three Sisters • May Sinclair
... he would; Who, though he strained his vision all he could, Yet might not once endure to look the sun I' the face; and calling to him one by one The whole ship's crew, he bade each mariner look Sunward who could, but no man's eyes might brook The glare upon them of the noontide rays And lidless fervour of that golden gaze: So none of them beheld ...
— The Poems of William Watson • William Watson
... up the Nile as far as Assiut, and when there, managed to pay a brief visit to the grand ruins of Thebes. Among the various treasures I brought away with me, of no great archaeological value, was a mummy. I found it lying in an enormous lidless sarcophagus, close to a mutilated statue of Anubis. On my return to Assiut, I had the mummy placed in my tent, and thought no more of it till something awoke me with a startling suddenness in the night. Then, obeying a peculiar ...
— Byways of Ghost-Land • Elliott O'Donnell
... coiled up and asleep, but they soon showed signs of waking, and their fiery, lidless eyes glared ...
— Welsh Fairy Tales • William Elliot Griffis
... ringing for the concierge. Lanyard hastened to join her, but before he could cross the sidewalk a motor-car poked its nose round the corner of the Boulevard Haussmann, a short block away, and bore swiftly their way, seeming to search the street suspiciously with its blank, lidless ...
— Alias The Lone Wolf • Louis Joseph Vance
... gasped, and raved. Close cowering in a nook, she sat all night, Her face turned to the entrance of the vault, Through which a pale light shimmered—from the eye Of the great sleepless ocean—Argus more dread Than he with hundred lidless watching orbs, And slept, and dreamed, and dreaming saw the sea. But in the stormy nights, when all was dark, And the wild tempest swept with slanting wing Against her refuge, and the heavy spray Shot through the doorway ...
— The Poetical Works of George MacDonald in Two Volumes, Volume I • George MacDonald |
