A trail of filmy vapor crawled out athwart the lower pines and covered them as it rolled rapidly upward.
"The Gold Trail" by Harold Bindloss
His great thick lips were compressed athwart his face in a grotesque expression of joy.
"The Bush Boys" by Captain Mayne Reid
Unfortunately she fell athwart the barrier, and had three men wounded while thus placed.
"Our Sailors" by W.H.G. Kingston
There's a plank athwart one place, and a tree hangs over t'other.
"Ernest Bracebridge" by William H. G. Kingston
Athwart the harbour was moored a Dutch thirty-six gun frigate and a twenty-gun corvette.
"Marmaduke Merry" by William H. G. Kingston
The last sunbeam shot athwart it and made it glisten like a priceless jewel.
"Children of the Tenements" by Jacob A. Riis
As for Raymond, he had developed unevenly: his growth had gone athwart.
"On the Stairs" by Henry B. Fuller
Before it was finished daylight fled, the stars came out, and the aurora borealis was shooting brilliantly athwart the sky.
"Red Rooney" by R.M. Ballantyne
Another instant and a chamois appeared like an arrow shooting athwart the hill-side before him.
"Rivers of Ice" by R.M. Ballantyne
Henri said nothing, but he sighed deeply on looking up at the sky, which was now of a uniform watery grey, while black clouds drove athwart it.
"The Dog Crusoe and his Master" by R.M. Ballantyne
Often Joy a stave will start
Which the welkin rends,
But it always breaks athwart,
And untimely ends.
"December 27, 1879" by George MacDonald
Across the azure spaces,
Athwart the vasts of sky,
With winnowings of mighty wings
The winds of God go by.
"The Winds Of God" by Clinton Scollard
Above, below, on every part
A crimson shadow lay,
As if the red sun streamed athwart
And sunset was alway.
"Lilith" by Madison Julius Cawein
Athwart that famous 'gulf,'
Though swift its current hies,
We soon can build a bridge
With dead monopolies.
"The March Of Freedom" by Ernest Jones
But suddenly, full in his way,
A Panther he descries;
Athwart his very road she lay,
And fixt his fearful eyes.
"The Panther" by William Hayley
What will the years tell?
Hush! If it would but speak--
That shadow athwart the stream,
In the gloom of a dream;
"Spectral" by John Drinkwater