...the ridges flatten and, higher up, before reaching the upper snow-fields of the mountain, broaden out into high plateaus, the beautiful so-called parks or meadows.

He is weak and stinking, tabescent, at the far edge of hope.

Allworthy was of a cooler Disposition than the good Woman, whose Spirits were all up in Arms in the Cause of her Friend.

[T]he rolling clouds; / From whose dark womb a rattling tempest pours, / Which the cold north congeals to haily showers.