Confronted by his stalwart limbs and expansive shoulders, she was no longer a behemoth,-she felt almost like a sylph.
"Under the Skylights"
Henry Blake Fuller
Is it the cry of the Foxes and Crows, or the mighty behemoth, Who, unharmed, on his tusks once caught the bolts of the thunder, And now lurks in his lair to destroy the race of the red man?
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Far more fatal to thee and thy race than the Crows and the Foxes, Far more fatal to thee and thy race than the tread of behemoth, Lo!
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow