Something gave way, and she tumbled out of the cavern.
"Harper's Young People, December 9, 1879" by Various
The sour-faced man with the big nose peered at them out of a cavernous hood.
"The Saracen: The Holy War" by Robert Shea
There was no sign of the main horde as Joan and Powell were herded out through the empty cavern and out into the open air again.
"Devil Crystals of Arret" by Hal K. Wells
It went a hundred feet or so up and out of the cavern's ascending shaft, to fall with a clatter into the bins above the smelter.
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science September 1930" by Various
Therewith a cow gave back the sound, and in the cavern hid Lowed out, and in despite his heed all Cacus' hope undid.
"The Æneids of Virgil" by Virgil
The priest, having entered to take out the treasure, was crushed and smothered under the ruins of the cavern.
"The Phantom World" by Augustin Calmet
We swung about on our heels as the report rang out and fired a blazing volley into the darkness of the cavern.
"The House Under the Sea" by Sir Max Pemberton
Ye all, in cots and caverns, have 'scaped the water-spout, While me alone the tempest overwhelmed and hurried out.
"Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant" by William Cullen Bryant
Other long halls, or crevices, ran in every direction out of this main cavern.
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science, June, 1930" by Various
They penetrated into a kind of cavern, which was hollowed out in the depths of the earth.
"Friars and Filipinos" by Jose Rizal
He yawned cavernously, and, raising his haunches, stretched his huge trunk from fore-paws placed far out.
"Finn The Wolfhound" by A. J. Dawson
She peered out of her cavernous eyes.
"Unfinished Portraits" by Jennette Lee
As they advanced still further the lads made out the mouth of a huge cavern.
"The Boy Allies with the Cossacks" by Clair W. Hayes
The road entrance to the wood is a black cavern out of which lean grotesque goblins that wave a disquieting welcome.
"Old Plymouth Trails" by Winthrop Packard
They got out of the elevator in a rock cavern and walked a hundred feet.
"The Wealth of Echindul" by Noel Miller Loomis
The bears were now out of view, but the boys knew that they were still watching the entrance to the cavern.
"Boy Scouts on the Great Divide" by Archibald Lee Fletcher
The most enthusiastic went out together into the woods and caverns, and prayed there and preached to one another.
"The Rebellion in the Cevennes, an Historical Novel" by Ludwig Tieck
Below them was a large cavern, which he guessed had been created by hollowing out one of the underwater hillocks.
"Seed of the Arctic Ice" by H. G. Winter
The earliest were cut out of rocks and caverns.
"Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, Volume 7, Slice 3" by Various
When he looked out the window he saw no trace of cliff or caverns or forest.
"Czechoslovak Fairy Tales" by Parker Fillmore
A deep sepulchral sound the cave
Return'd "lo I am here!"
And black from out the cavern gloom
Two giant arms appear.
"Rudiger - A Ballad" by Robert Southey
I want to disport on the rocks
Like a mythical mermaiden belle,
And comb out my watery locks,
Then dive to my cavernous cell.
"By The Sea" by Hattie Howard
Upon such themes as these, with one young friar
I sat conversing late into the night,
Till in its cavernous chimney the wood-fire
Had burnt its heart out like an anchorite.
"Monte Cassino. Terra Di Lavoro. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of the blacksmith's cavern comes the ringing
Of hammer, shoe and anvil; out of the inn
The clink, the hum, the roar, the random singing -
The sounds that for these fifty years have been.
"Aspens" by Edward Thomas
There cometh a sound like the moan of a lost one
From out the red jaws of Hell's cavern of Death;
The Eagle's strong wing feels the talon of Discord,
And all the fair sunlight goes out with a breath!
"Pro Patria: America, 1861" by Adah Isaacs Menken
"Here am I cast by tempests far from your mountain dell.
Amid our evening dances the bursting deluge fell.
Ye all, in cots and caverns, have 'scaped the water-spout,
While me alone the tempest o'erwhelmed and hurried out.
"The Count Of Griers" by William Cullen Bryant