Hanging Gardens of Babylon

I went to his joint once, back when I was first hanging out in New York, doing plays.

The dog stood with hanging head and tail, as if ashamed he had let so many of his enemies get away unharmed.

The latter went immediately to look for his wife, and found her hidden in an attic, hanging to a beam.

You never know when you are going to stumble upon a jewel in the most out-of-the-way corner.

Her eyes were not nearly as soft as they had been, while she picked up the hanging folds of pink cloth, and went on.

Zoological gardens and “wild beast shows” had for him attractions which were quite irresistible.