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It was beneath the trees of the grounds belonging to our house, or on the bleak sides of the woodless mountains near, that my true compositions, the airy flights of my imagination, were born and fostered.

Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus Mary Shelley 2004

It was beneath the trees of the grounds belonging to our house, or on the bleak sides of the woodless mountains near, that my true compositions, the airy flights of my imagination, were born and fostered.

Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus Mary Shelley 2004

The scene looked less harsh in the soft October sunshine than it had in the eager time of early spring, and the one grand charm it possessed in common with all wide-stretching woodless regions — that it filled you with a new consciousness of the overarching sky — had a milder, more soothing influence than usual, on this almost cloudless day.

Adam Bede 2004

It was beneath the trees of the grounds belonging to our house, or on the bleak sides of the woodless mountains near, that my true compositions, the airy flights of my imagination, were born and fostered.

Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus Mary Shelley 2004

He identified places where water flowed beneath the snow, gaining drinking water when he needed it but avoiding a potential plunge through the ice that, by soaking him in these woodless heights, would amount to a sentence of death by freezing.

The Kinslayer Wars Niles, Douglas 1991

These vast plains were known to Herodotus, Strabo, and other ancient geographers only in their present _Steppe_, or flat and woodless condition.

Russia As Seen and Described by Famous Writers Various

If the people of this century continue the destruction of trees as they are doing at present, a hundred years from now this will be a world without forests, a woodless, treeless waste.

History of California Helen Elliott Bandini

Tomkyns de Vere B.A. 'bucking up' the fire, Boleno Soles triumphantly approaching with more fuel, the district being a woodless one.

A Yeoman's Letters Third Edition P. T. Ross

Arrived at Lake Mooliondhurunnie, a nice little lake nearly circular and nearly woodless, about one and a half miles diameter, at five minutes to seven p.m.

McKinlay's Journal of Exploration in the Interior of Australia John McKinlay

It was beneath the trees of the grounds belonging to our house, or on the bleak sides of the woodless mountains near, that my true compositions, the airy flights of my imagination, were born and fostered.

The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 1, April, 1851 Various