half-shrouded

Updated: May 13, 2025

Musickle bodies, they be. Playin' harps an' fiddles, an' the loikes. Sure, 'twill be hand-organs an' moonkeys to-morrer, belike. Ah, yes!" "Maybe some of these traveling musicians can play the marble harp yonder," said Heavy, with a chuckle, pointing to the now half-shrouded figure in the center of the campus. "Oh, wirra, wirra! don't be sayin' it," grumbled the old man.

Alice B. Emerson - Ruth Fielding at Briarwood Hall: or Solving the Campus Mystery

So was that wild fox, the other morning, almost a poem, standing on the bare knoll here near the house, his form half-shrouded in the early mist, his keen ears pricked, his pointed nose turned toward the yard where the hens were waking up.

Dallas Lore Sharp - The Hills of Hingham