His hat had a peaked crown and a flat brim, and around the brim was a row of tiny golden bells
that tinkled when he moved.
She would gladly have given all the French she could jabber for a pair of golden bells
with pearl-tipped tongues, like those Ariadne wore; and, clasping her hands, she answered, in a tone that went to the hearer's heart
But Thistledown was too sad for that, and when he told them all his story they no longer urged, but sought to comfort him; and one whom they called little Sparkle (for her crown and robe shone with the brightest diamonds), said: "You will have to work for us, ere you can win a gift to show the Brownies; do you see those golden bells
that make such music, as we wave them to and fro?
The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells
The first three remained constantly in a small waiting-room, ready to obey the summons of a small golden bell
, or to receive the orders of the Romaic slave, who knew just enough French to be able to transmit her mistress's wishes to the three other waiting-women; the latter had received most peremptory instructions from Monte Cristo to treat Haidee with all the deference they would observe to a queen.
Sonorous as thunder was it, mellow as a golden bell
, thin and sweet as a thrummed taut cord of silver--no; it was none of these, nor a blend of these.
Two big dominant shrubs that continue giving spectacular colours are the brilliant golden bells
forsythia and the red and pinks of the flowering currant (Ribes sanguineum).
This straight-shooting 3 reel Santa-sackful of entertainment and reward evokes the spirit of the season the moment it is opened up, with the glossy green of holly contrasting with the golden bells
and red berries from your earliest Christmas memories.
According to a report in National Geographic News, the animal was found wearing wooden earflaps mounted with turquoise mosaic, a collar of greenstone beads, and golden bells
around its four feet.
The golden bells
in the Graben shopping area and the red baubles of Rotenturmstrass are effective in their simplicity.
This instruction with its repetitive phrasing sounds like a song or poem, lifting the fruit into textile art, exciting the senses as they shimmer between the ringing golden bells
I see the glowing star Sparkling in the night sky Zooming I can feel the twinkling winking light Resting above a dark brown stable I see a crowd, quiet around a manger It is dark and they are waiting I hear golden bells
ringing Christ is born People smiling Children playing The star that brings so much hope Rebecca Martin, 10.