Thus it is, dear Rose, that my thoughts have been wandering about in the maze of life that entangles me.
Awaking from a mazeof troubled dreams, she started up and gazed, half fearfully, around the dimly-lighted room.
A maze of underbrush and trees on either side was all but impenetrable, and when the officers and men had once assembled into the basin, they could only guess as to what lay before them, or on either flank.
How he would like to lead her through the box maze and then sit beside her on the marble bench under the syringa bushes!
Perhaps five minutes later, when, convinced of the fact, he had thrown himself down to wait and watch, the figure of a man came into view, seen somewhat indistinctly between the maze of leaves and branches.
Riper days Would crave the guerdon of a prouder power And pluck their nuggets from an earthly maze For rule and dignity and children's dower.
She turned her head away and looked out of the window at the horrible maze of houses in the Bronx and the disfiguring sign-boards.
She pulled a little pad from her bag covered with a maze of figuring.
It was as though some hidden monitor within me had taken control to guide me through a maze of unknown dangers.
But though I could see it outlined upon the cliff, I soon found myself lost among the maze of narrow streets in which I was wandering.
I could not resist a smile to see the little pad covered with itsmaze of figures among the rolls of money.
Scared and attentive, she listened in a mazefor the sound of the front door.
And when he had kissed her, and she was in a maze of rapture, a tiny idea shaped itself clearly in her mind for an instant: "This is wrong.
In an arid place it stands, just beyond an Egyptian village that is a maze of dust, of children, of animals, and flies.
I am Beauty's constant thrall, Must ever on her voice await, And follow through the maze of Fate Her luring, strange and mystical.
THE MAZE OF SLEEP Sleep is a pathless labyrinth, Dark to the gaze of moons and suns, Through which the colored clue of dreams, A gossamer thread, obscurely runs.
Reinhart caught a glimpse of endless tubes and filaments, a maze of wires and terminals and parts criss-crossing each other, layer on layer.
No doubt there was desperate fighting going on in the maze of underground tunnels, the intricate web of passages that honeycombed the earth below the mountains.
They are a kind of bazaar or arcade, where all manner of things are sold, and one walks as through a maze between the stalls in little winding alleys.
It was all like his own life, he said again to himself, a maze of unprofitable dreariness and desolation, and his mind grew as black and hopeless as the winter sky.
And so he had often fled away from the serried maze that encircled him, seeking for the old and worn and significant as an antiquary looks for the fragments of the Roman temple amidst the modern shops.
Lee; oh I feel so bad about you, poor man, traveling all alone through this horrible maze without a human soul in sight.
At an accelerated pace, they rushed through the mazeof The Brain with the swish and the swoosh of surf racing across a coral reef.
It was a maze of serpentine streets beyond his power to remember and recall.
They were covered with a jungle, like those they had seen--a maze of red toadstools and distorted trees.
I am," replied Peggy, watching her in a maze of content.
Dil's face was in such a maze of surprise that she looked at Owen without being able to utter a word for some moments, while he laughed heartily.
But his age," inquired Barry, still in a maze of astonishment.
When the major had departed, he left Barry in a maze of wonder and gratitude.
The wanton breeze, caught in the maze of tufted pinnacles, filtered its chastened way, a pensive organist, learned to draw grave litanies from the boughs and reverently voice the air of sanctity.
Straight be thy course: nor tempt the maze that leads Where fell Remorse his shapeless strength conceals, And oft Ambition's dizzy cliff he treads, And slumbers oft in Pleasure's flowery vales.
Breathe, breathe, ye tender lays, That linger down the maze Of yonder winding grove; O let your soft control Bend her relenting soul To pity and to love.
Her influence oft the festive hamlet proves, Where the high carol cheers the exulting ring; And oft she roams the maze of wildering groves, Listening the unnumber'd melodies of Spring.
