It was precisely twelve o'clock; twelve by Big Ben; whose stroke was wafted over the northern part of London; blent
with that of other clocks, mixed in a thin ethereal way with the clouds and wisps of smoke, and died up there among the seagulls--twelve o'clock struck as Clarissa Dalloway laid her green dress on the bed, and the Warren Smiths walked down Harley Street.
A serious house on serious earth it is, In whose blent
air all our compulsions meet, Are recognized, and robed as destinies.
By day you could bear it, it somehow blent
in or was mitigated
jumped into action when little Dylan Forbes's mum saw smoke pouring from her window and heard a tiny cry of "Mum".
As he faces "another world" than combat, the narrator has a spasm of anger at Bland, which passes as "The band blent
with the cold along the bones" (428).
Viola: 'Tis beauty truly blent
, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
I dream of a Ledaean body, bent Above a sinking fire, a tale that she Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event That changed some childish day to tragedy -- Told, and it seemed that our two natures blent
Into a sphere from youthful sympathy, Or else, to alter Plato's parable, Into the yolk and white of the one shell.
Mothers can tell how oft In the hearts eloquence, the prayer goes up From a sealed lip: and tenderly hath blent
With the warm teaching of the sacred tale A voiceless wish, that when that timid soul, New in the rosy mesh of infancy, Fast bound, shall dare the billows of the world, Like that exploring dove, and find no rest, A pierced, a pitying, a redeeming hand May gently guide it to the ark of peace.
Mr Ravasio stresses the "political consensus surrounding the economic stabilisation programmes within the coalition Government of Prime Minister Blent
The thunder clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is cover'd thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heap'd and pent, Rider and horse, - friend, foe in one red burial blent
If Raymond de Chelles had been English he would have been a mere fox-hunting animal, with appetites but without tastes; but in his lighter Gallic clay the wholesome territorial savour, the inherited passion for sport and agriculture, were blent
with an openness to finer sensations, a sense of the come-and-go of ideas, under which one felt the tight hold of two or three inherited notions, religious, political, and domestic, in total contradiction to his surface attitude.
of colour on the wall, only more dexterously blent
than the marking of its