It was debated whether or no, with safety to the commonweal, yonder scarlet letter might be taken off your bosom.
As the life and good fame of yonder man were in your hands there seemed no choice to me, save to be silent in accordance with your behest.
Who is that spider-legged gorilla yonder
with the sanctimonious countenance?
Fellow,'' said Prince John, ``I guessed by thy insolent babble that thou wert no true lover of the longbow, and I see thou darest not adventure thy skill among such merry-men as stand yonder
You see that gourd hanging against yonder
tree, major; if you are a marksman fit for the borders, let me see you break its shell
This I know of you now in my hour of death: you shall be a wanderer for a few years of your life, child of Siguyana, and wandering in another land you shall die a man's death, and not such a death as yonder
witch has given to me.
Mine eye catches at times a flash and sparkle among yonder
houses which assuredly never came from shipman's jacket or the gaberdine of a burgher.
You draw up a paper--bill o' sale-- en put it 'way off yonder
, down in de middle o' Kaintuck somers, en sign some names to it, en say you'll sell me cheap 'ca'se you's hard up; you'll find you ain't gwine to have no trouble.
I used to learn all these feat by heart yonder
, down at Pierrefonds, and I have done all that he did except breaking a cord by the corrugation of my temples.
Who is that big red fellow, yonder
above them, who is sweating?
, is a thicket before us," he continued, pointing forward, "where we may lie till tall trees grow on these naked fields, afore any of the squatter's kin will venture to molest us.
peasant tilling his field in peace and contentment
Well, then, since I have monsieur's permission, I will tell him that there is yonder
, in the first place, the parliament.
The Lady Moon is my lover, My friends are the oceans four, The heavens have roofed me over, And the dawn is my golden door I would liefer follow the condor Or the seagull, soaring from ken, Than bury my godhead yonder
In the dust of the whirl of men.
Well, one Sunday morning I was sitting out here in front of my cabin, with my cat, taking the sun, and looking at the blue hills, and listening to the leaves rustling so lonely in the trees, and thinking of the home away yonder
in the states, that I hadn't heard from in thirteen years, when a bluejay lit on that house, with an acorn in his mouth, and says,