"Man Jiang Hong - Expressing My Feelings" By Yue Fei (Song Dynasty) Wrath sets my hair bristling, beneath my helmet, As I lean on the railing where drizzles cease.
Carpenter was somewhere between forty and fifty—a tall man, with an upstanding shock of bushy grey hair, bristling grey moustache and eyebrows, a truculent beard, bright blue eyes out of which all his wild life had not yet burned the fire, and a long, lean, greyish face, deeply lined.
Before us lay the dark bulk of the house, its serrated roof and bristling chimneys hard outlined against the silver-spangled sky.
Foul with mire, with a bristling beard, and hung with matted hair, it might well have belonged to one of those old savages who dwelt in the burrows on the hillsides.
Joseph seemed sitting in a sort of elysium alone, beside a roaring fire; a quart of ale on the table near him, bristling with large pieces of toasted oat-cake; and his black, short pipe in his mouth.
The jaguar advanced and gazed around him with blazing eyes, his hair bristling as if this was not the first time he had scented men.
The rocks among which the cascade flowed were bristling with icicles.
Herbert had none, Neb but little, but their companions were bristling in a way which justified the making of the said scissors.
Between these were narrow valleys, bristling with trees, the last clumps of which rose to the top of the lowest cone.
Glades, bristling with stumps worn away by time, were covered with dry wood, which formed an inexhaustible store of fuel.
On the left, the country appeared to be one vast extent of sandy downs, bristling with thistles.
The mighty Badger, his whiskers bristling, his great cudgel whistling through the air; Mole, black and grim, brandishing his stick and shouting his awful war-cry, "A Mole!
Luckily Banjo got out from under in time, his whiskers bristling with indignation.
Valancy felt that Cousin Stickles, with her broad, flat, wrinkled face, a mole right on the end of her dumpy nose, bristling hairs on her chin, wrinkled yellow neck, pale, protruding eyes, and thin, puckered mouth, had yet this advantage over her—this right to look down on her.
No—better still, he would join the Indians, and hunt buffaloes and go on the warpath in the mountain ranges and the trackless great plains of the Far West, and away in the future come back a great chief, bristling with feathers, hideous with paint, and prance into Sunday-school, some drowsy summer morning, with a blood-curdling war-whoop, and sear the eyeballs of all his companions with unappeasable envy.
This, plus the contorted muscles on his face, his staring eyes and bristling hair, will indeed make a person's countenance more than repulsive.
The cliffs are sheer, blasted smooth and bristling with broken glass.
The frowsy sponge boats keep coming in with the obliging air of retrievers, bristling with jackstraw gaffs and hooks and decorated with bobbles of sponges.
All round me were little ripples, combing over with a sharp, bristling sound and slightly phosphorescent.
The vines, which for long periods of the year are empty except for those few slow-moving and patient figures who check to see how nature is getting on, were bristling with people, the narrow green corridors crowded with their autumn population of pickers.
