Later when he drove back home and when night came on and the stars came out it was harder to get back the old feeling of a close and personal God who lived in the sky
overhead and who might at any moment reach out his hand, touch him on the shoulder, and appoint for him some heroic task to be done.
The man slept on, indifferent to showers of hail and intervals of brightness, to sunshine on his face and shadow, to the paltering lumps of dull ice on his body and the diamonds into which the sun changed them, until the sun was low in the west, and the sky
I can see her shining in the sky
through the little window by my desk, and tonight she seems calling to me again as she has not called before since that long dead night, and I think I can see, across that awful abyss of space, a beautiful black-haired woman standing in the garden of a palace, and at her side is a little boy who puts his arm around her as she points into the sky
toward the planet Earth, while at their feet is a huge and hideous creature with a heart of gold.
All the old constellations had gone from the sky
, however: that slow movement which is imperceptible in a hundred human lifetimes, had long since rearranged them in unfamiliar groupings.
Now I must seek for Summer," said Ripple, as she sailed slowly through the sunny sky
Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky
You have an impression of coloured movement against the flaming blue of the sky
The young green of the trees was exquisite against the sky
; and the sky
, pale and blue, was dappled with little white clouds.
The Zeppelin was flying very high at the time, and far below he saw the water in the gorge marbled with froth and then away to the west the great crescent of the Canadian Fall shining, flickering and foaming in the level sunlight and sending up a deep, incessant thudding rumble to the sky
Far away, beyond even the limits of the quivering line of light, there was something in the sky
which seemed a little blacker than the cloud.
A clear, perfect day, with a gentle breeze and a sunny sky
, greeted Princess Ozma as she wakened next morning, the anniversary of her birth.
From time to time, as we two went on our way, the bright figure of the child paused, hovering low in the cloudless sky