This and much more passed through Tarzan's memory as he stood gazing at the long tiers
of dull-yellow metal.
When the Fire-Men had in this fashion cleared the first tier
of caves, they began making arrangements to duplicate the operation on the second tier
The mountains bar the course of the river, which forms a little lake at their feet, and raise their crests above it, tier
More worthy pens than mine have described that scene--the oak pulpit standing out by itself above the School seats; the tall, gallant form, the kindling eye, the voice, now soft as the low notes of a flute, now clear and stirring as the call of the light-infantry bugle, of him who stood there Sunday after Sunday, witnessing and pleading for his Lord, the King of righteousness and love and glory, with whose Spirit he was filled, and in whose power he spoke; the long lines of young faces, rising tier
down the whole length of the chapel, from the little boy's who had just left his mother to the young man's who was going out next week into the great world, rejoicing in his strength.
he asked, pointing across the ring to the fifth tier
of seats on the opposite side.
The little box in the third tier
of the opera was crowded with heads constantly changing; but it must be confessed that the ladies held aloof from her, and that their doors were shut to our little adventurer.
As he spoke the Count looked downwards towards the boxes behind us on the pit tier
1846; The Red Skins, 1846; The Crater (Marks Reef), 1847; Captain Spike, or the Islets of the Gulf, 1848; Jack Tier
, or the Florida Reefs, 1848; The Oak Openings, or the Bee-Hunter, 1848; The Sea Lions,
In the centre of a lofty area, lighted by windows in the four walls, are five tiers
of cells, one above the other; each tier
having before it a light iron gallery, attainable by stairs of the same construction and material: excepting the lower one, which is on the ground.
cried Mother, breaking out again, "when I saw all those children ranged tier
, and appealing from the father none of them has ever known on earth, to the great Father of us all in Heaven, I thought, does any wretched mother ever come here, and look among those young faces, wondering which is the poor child she brought into this forlorn world, never through all its life to know her love, her kiss, her face, her voice, even her name
She was looking at the tier
of geraniums as she spoke, and Stephen made no answer; but he was looking at her; and does not a supreme poet blend light and sound into one, calling darkness mute, and light eloquent?
It was true; all the six tiers
were filled, and remained so to the end--which suggested that it is not only balcony people who like Shakespeare in Germany, but those of the pit and gallery, too.