Verbal expression of no sort was formed in his consciousness, for the pall of comprehension had not yet quite enveloped him.
He thirsted for independence, riches, excitement, and all the unknown pleasures that pall upon the senses simultaneously with their attainment.
Did pure domestic joys pall upon you, and weary you, driving you to seek the excitement of a sinful passion?
Once or twice Jack thought he heard the rattle of their little harsh, flat drums, but he could see them no longer; they were in that smoke-pall somewhere, coming on towards the park wall.
It was enough that France lay prostrate, that the wounded screamed from the blood-wet fields, that the quiet dead lay under the pall of smoke from the nation's funeral pyre.
Govind stirs the incense-heap; the dense smoke rolls forth again and shrouds all; there is a feeling of witchery in the air and in the midst of the smoke-pall one can just descry Rama bending low before the Mother.
At the bottom of the broad flight of stairs which lead up to the United Service Club and Pall Mall, I halted.
The taxi was well on its way down Pall Mall ere I could recover from my surprise.
At one end of this apartment was a dining-table, as well laid and as prettily arranged as if it stood in the dining-hall of a club-room in Pall Mall, and beside the table were two sable waiters clad in white.
And through the short and dreary day one solitary cloud has rested like a pall on the summit of the mountain.
Along the leaguered wall and bristling bank Of the armed river, while with straggling light The stars peep through the vapours dim and dank, Which curl in various wreaths:--how soon the smoke Of Hell shallpall them in a deeper cloak!
Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the pall of the ace of spades, dogs him to left and right, doubled in laughter.
She was a daughter of one the stars, and as the scenes of earth began to pall her sight, she sighed to revisit her father.
The battle-cloud hung like a pall above the forest.
The type used by the Pall Mall was, we are glad to say, rightly approved of.
SIR,--I have just had sent to me from London a copy of the Pall Mall Gazette, containing a review of my book A House of Pomegranates.
In one place hung a pall of dense black clouds, like compacted pitch-smoke.
Paragraph from some indignant Englishman in thePall Mall Gazette who pays me the vast compliment of gravely rebuking some imaginary ass who has set me up in the neighborhood of Rabelais; 3.
