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He would be lifted on the hands of men, their plaudits would upbear his soul, and he would at last triumph, sealed by the sanction of his kind.

From The Prisoner by Alice Brown

Huge Atlas was Electra's sire, the same Whose shoulders still the starry skies upbear.

From The Æneid of Virgil Translated into English Verse by E. Fairfax Taylor by Edward Fairfax Taylor

Sandalphon, whose white wings to heaven upbear The weight of human prayer, Stood silent in the still eternal Light Of God, one dreadful night.

From Collected Poems Volume One by Alfred Noyes

If they sometimes subdue, they must finally upbear me, for I seek the universal,—and that must be the best.

From At Home And Abroad Or, Things And Thoughts In America and Europe by Arthur B. Fuller

Strong-winged this Eagle, either wafter ready To buoy and to upbear that body great.

From Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, September 13, 1890 by Various

She spread her arms wide, in indication of the vastness of the upbearing body whereon she sat.

From Paul Faber, Surgeon by George MacDonald

While "Paradise Lost" was thus slowly upbearing its author to the highest heaven of fame, Milton was achieving other titles to renown, one of which he deemed nothing inferior.

From Life of John Milton by Richard Garnett

Mr. Purdy once saw, upon a single great mountain-side, ten thousand of these wonderful plants, upbearing their beautiful, pure lilies—a sight outrivaling the poet's vision of the golden daffodils.

From The Wild Flowers of California: Their Names, Haunts, and Habits by Mary Elizabeth Parsons

At night, the Corso was illuminated, and many thousands passed through it in a torch-bearing procession, on their way to the Quirinal, to thank the Pope, upbearing a banner on which the edict was printed.

From Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli, Volume II by Margaret Fuller

The wide, shimmering plain of sea—its aerial blue, stretching beyond the limits of my vision in one direction, upbearing transverse, cloud-like islands in another, varied and shadowed by shore and sky—mingled its essence with mine.

From The Morgesons by Elizabeth Stoddard

When other actors faltered -and every member of the excellent cast, except Boris Karloff as the judge, was jittered off top form on opening night -Julie upbore them.

From Time Magazine Archive

But, albeit he could not swim, the hand of God upbore him, that he won safe to the dry land again.

From The Fall of the Niebelungs by Margaret Armour

Similarly Milton's angels marched above the ground and “the passive air upbore their nimble tread.”

From The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Ralph T. H. (Ralph Thomas Hotchkin) Griffith

Elegant pillars with lotus capitals upbore the starry roof, framed in by a cornice of blue palm-branches painted upon a golden background.

From The Works of Theophile Gautier, Volume 5 The Romance of a Mummy and Egypt by Frederick C. de (Frederick Caesar de) Sumichrast

Under such persuasion, the rounded hills which upbore and encompassed Jerusalem took on a coat green as emerald and thick as civet-fur.

From Saul of Tarsus A Tale of the Early Christians by Elizabeth Miller

The seal of Eton College, dated 1474, attests to the Assumption; in that seal Mary is shown upborne by six angels with the arms of Eton under her feet.

From Time Magazine Archive

Where Mary, divine in her virginal loveliness, is not upborne among the golden clouds, the radiant-plumed angel kneels on her cottage floor and the wings of the descending dove beat whiteness through the air.

From Spanish Highways and Byways by Katharine Lee Bates

In this wild, scrambling rush Brown dropped to the rear, while the Lieutenant, though physically the least robust of the party, forged ahead even of myself, upborne by his zealous spirit.

From A Volunteer with Pike The True Narrative of One Dr. John Robinson and of His Love for the Fair Señorita Vallois by Robert Ames Bennet

In reality he was at no period so full of life and health, so harmoniously inspired and upborne by a great enthusiasm.

From The Prose Writings of Heinrich Heine by Heinrich Heine

The service comes to a close in one great surging chant, upborne on the throbbing waves of the organ notes.

From Home Fires in France by Dorothy Canfield