crannied

Upon great pedestals founded in the deep waters stood two great kings of stone: still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North.

We have this wind coming off the East River, and Robert Moses got rid of Walt Whitman's neighborhood of crannied streets, and what was left was a steppe.

There is a line in your last volume which I can’t read: the last line but one of the “flower in the crannied wall.”

The little flower in the crannied wall could tell what God and man is.

A house, whose tottering chimney, clay and rock, Is seamed and crannied; whose lame door and lock Are bullet-bored; around which, there and here, Are sinister stains.—One dreads to look around.—