"Living stone" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... reserves were rushing to the front in a desperate effort to save the day. But in spite of the presence of the two Commanding Generals, in spite of the living stone wall Jackson had thrown in the path of the Union hosts, a large part of the crushed left wing could not be stopped and in mad panic broke for ...
— The Victim - A romance of the Real Jefferson Davis • Thomas Dixon
... additions, in the ancient days, I can well imagine that none but the most daring could have made the ascent. But one generation has thrown a bridge over a bad gap here, and another has cut into the living stone and widened a ledge there, till in these latter years there is a path with cut steps and carved balustrade such as the feeblest or most giddy might traverse with little effort or exertion. But always when these improvers made smooth the obstacles, they were ...
— The Lost Continent • C. J. Cutcliffe Hyne
... a new creation glow'd. Each unhewn mass of living stone Was clad in horrors not its own, And at its base the trembling nations bow'd. Giant Error, darkly grand, Grasp'd the globe with iron hand. Circled with seats of bliss, the Lord of Light Saw prostrate worlds ...
— Poems • Samuel Rogers
... years before; and he would bid his riders be baptized also; and they would obey, seeing that it could do them no harm, and might do them some good; and they would agree to live more or less according to the laws of God and common humanity; and so one more Christian state would be formed; one more living stone (as it was phrased in those days) built into the great temple of God which ...
— The Roman and the Teuton - A Series of Lectures delivered before the University of Cambridge • Charles Kingsley
... there was no ceiling but the sky itself, flaked with little clouds of April whitely wandering over it. The floor was made of soft low grass, mixed with moss and primroses; and in a niche of shelter moved the delicate wood-sorrel. Here and there, around the sides, were "chairs of living stone," as some Latin writer says, whose name has quite escaped me; and in the midst a tiny spring arose, with crystal beads in it, and a soft voice as of a laughing dream, and dimples like a sleeping babe. Then, after ...
— Lorna Doone - A Romance of Exmoor • R. D. Blackmore
... and thou, sweet lute, The comfort of the sad and destitute, Calm thou my sorrow, lest I too become A marble pillar shedding through the dumb But living stone my almost bloody tears, A monument of grief for coming years. For when we think of mankind's evil chance Does not our private grief gain temperance? Unhappy mother (if 'tis evil hap We blame when caught in our own folly's trap) Where are thy sons and daughters, seven ...
— Laments • Jan Kochanowski |
