In their eagerness, and favored by the nature of the ground, they had anticipated the fog, which was rolling heavily down the lake, and it became necessary to pause, until the mists
had wrapped the camp of the enemy in their fleecy mantle.
The gray mist
of evening, rising slowly from the river, enveloped her as she disappeared up the bank, and the swollen current and floundering masses of ice presented a hopeless barrier between her and her pursuer.
Live free, child of the mist
--and with respect to knowledge we are all children of the mist
But the weirdest effect, and the most enchanting is that produced by the diffused light of the low afternoon sun; no single ray is able to pierce its way in, then, but the diffused light takes color from moss and foliage, and pervades the place like a faint, greet-tinted mist
, the theatrical fire of fairyland.
Had they been farsighted enough they might have seen, when the stage turned into the side dooryard of the old brick house, a calico yoke rising and falling tempestuously over the beating heart beneath, the red color coming and going in two pale cheeks, and a mist
of tears swimming in two brilliant dark eyes.
Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist
and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast.
They sat together in a window whose lattice lay back against the wall, and displayed, beyond the garden trees, and the wild green park, the valley of Gimmerton, with a long line of mist
winding nearly to its top (for very soon after you pass the chapel, as you may have noticed, the sough that runs from the marshes joins a beck which follows the bend of the glen).
The next day the rain poured down in torrents again, and when Mary looked out of her window the moor was almost hidden by gray mist
There was a steaming mist
in all the hollows, and it had roamed in its forlornness up the hill, like an evil spirit, seeking rest and finding none.
was heavier yet when I got out upon the marshes, so that instead of my running at everything, everything seemed to run at me.
It was now nearly four o'clock, and a mist
was gathering: the sooner he got into the road the better.
A cold rain began to fall, and the blurred street-lamps looked ghastly in the dripping mist