If he had known it, it was with the Dance of Death on the bridge of Lucerne.
There was now but "one wide river to cross," and the cars rolled on to the bridge.
The bridge was tremulous beneath me, and marked the tremor of the solid earth.
Between Him and me there was an incalculable distance which He could bridge but I could not.
At the bridge they met the British infantry, who gave them a volley.
See to that great stone from the coping which hath fallen upon the bridge.
"To the lake," said the young man; and went towards the bridge.
I'll have to burn some midnight oil, but I can visualize the bridge.
The three spans of this bridge are together nearly 1500 feet long.
On the way back they stopped at the bridge and gathered cress for their salad.