Thus mean in state, and calm in sprite, My fishful pond is my delight.

The fact that the room was still in darkness made it obvious that something nefarious was afoot. Plainly there was dirty work in preparation at the cross-roads.

When Seini was born, we had a bash in a pub near my house called the Delph. All the St Helens lads came down as well as my schoolmates and we got leathered.

The desert storm was riding in its strength; the travellers lay beneath the mastery of the fell simoom.[…]Drifts of yellow vapour, fiery, parching, stinging, filled the air.