During the night of the 14th, we dropped down to Pittsburg Landing, where I found Hurlbut's division in boats. Leaving my command there, I steamed down to Savannah, and reported to General Smith in person, who saw in the flooded Tennessee the full truth of my report; and he then instructed me to disembark my own division, and that of General Hurlbut, at Pittsburg Landing; to take positions well back, and to leave room for his whole army; telling me that he would soon come up in person, and move out in force to make the lodgment on the railroad, contemplated by General Halleck's orders.英文原著 · 《Memoirs of General William T. Sherman-1》
Fordyce Hurlbut. "Miss Withers, Miss Withers?--Oh, Silence Withers,--lives up at The Poplars. How's the Deacon, Miss Withers?" [Ob. 1810.]
"My grandfather is not living, Dr. Hurlbut," she screamed into his ear. "Dead, is he? Well, it isn't long since he was with us; and they come and go,--they come and go. I remember his father, Major Gideon Withers.英文原著 · 《The Guardian Angel》
The spear which I hurl at mine enemies! How grateful am I to mine enemies that I may at last hurl it!英文原著 · 《Thus Spake Zarathustra》
Then, fast as warriors grip their brands
When battle's bolt is hurled,
They close, clenched hard like tightening bands.英文原著 · 《A Century of Roundels》
JUST where young Stetson stood, the mountains racing along each bank of the Cumberland had sent out against each other, by mutual impulse, two great spurs. At the river's brink they stopped sheer, with crests uplifted, as though some hand at the last moment had hurled them apart, and had led the water through the breach to keep them at peace. To-day the crags looked seamed by thwarted passion; and, sullen with firs, they made fit symbols of the human hate about the base of each.英文原著 · 《A Cumberland Vendetta》
In October she left the old chateau. In the life of leisure at Saint- Lange she had recovered from her grief and grown fair and fresh. Her grief had been violent at first in its course, as the quoit hurled forth with all the player's strength, and like the quoit after many oscillations, each feebler than the last, it had slackened into melancholy. Melancholy is made up of a succession of such oscillations, the first touching upon despair, the last on the border between pain and pleasure; in youth, it is the twilight of dawn; in age, the dusk of night.英文原著 · 《A Woman of Thirty》