Sentence examples for fro from from inspiring English sources

I walked in a great golden dream To and fro from school – Shining Popocatapetl The dusty streets did rule.

With the Liemba's spotlights shining down on them, they were passing goods to and fro from trading canoes and Boston whalers with outboards.

There is also a hint of Bergman, who was never more intent than when stranding two or three souls on a disenchanted isle; like him, Shelton favors a steady diet of two-shot conversations, flipping to and fro from one talking head to another.

It's as if I were squared off, dimensionalized in these rooms, as if I were the space contained by these walls, the passageways, the fixed routes of going to and fro, from one room to another, and everything lit predictably by the times of day and the different seasons.

Thus Watt's surmise on the activities of Mr. Knott: Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the bed; from the door to the fire, from the fire to the door... Think Beckett can't go on?

Even a simple overvoltage pulse entering a cable system as uncomplicated as the power wiring found in a typical private home can result in an oscillatory disturbance as the pulse is reflected to and fro from multiple circuit ends.

A crack about Jew-fros from the flaxen-haired Jan Brady would tick me off, whereas Greg or Peter, who sported them in later seasons of "The Brady Bunch," could get away with it.

Hannah Verdier Wonderful, esoteric to ing and fro ing from Jonathan Meades as he saunters around one of the most beautiful counties in England, hands in pockets, kicking aside entrenched stereotypes as he goes.

Recently, subcellular localization of the FRO families from Arabidopsis were identified (Jain et al. 2014).

Another friend, Colleen Kane, told us about the Pearl's lifesize threadbare robotic ostrich that jerkily pecks to and fro, rising from behind an antique box piano that used to live in a funeral home.

Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly -- Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo!