Sentence examples for plain swept from inspiring English sources
Then we came out of the hills and into the desert: a plain swept by the headlights of cars heading north or back toward Gómez Palacio.
Our chosen read was Catch-22, which, by chance and to our delight, contains a quotation from a Mathew Arnold poem which in the show I, as Professor Faber, recite to Montag: And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
The chants and howls and panting rhythms alternate with moments of sudden beauty luminous plains swept by shimmering chords —but it's not always clear if that's what Garbus intended.
It took seven consecutive days and nights on trains to get from Moscow to Beijing, each day spent gazing out the windows for hours as the Siberian plains swept by.
The year opened ominously when the Plains were swept by a catastrophic blizzard in January that killed thousands of head of cattle and virtually destroyed the cattle industry of the open range.
Every year, billions of tons of rock and soil vanish from Earth's surface, scoured from mountains and plains and swept away by wind, rain, and other elements.
When Cameron appointed as his political strategist Lynton Crosby, a professional lobbyist for the tobacco industry, no one was surprised plain packaging was swept off the agenda, only now to return, coincidentally just before the general election.
Economic decline brings rise in "social" orphans Rustavi sits on a flat and wind swept plain about a 15 minute drive from Tbilisi, the capital of Georgia.
Chilly gusts from the Rockies barrel east over flat Kansas plains to sweep across the lonely airfield outside the museum's windows.
When you grow up in the middle of the Midwest, Broadway is the ideal -- it's the Emerald City, everything is glittery and shiny and gay, and you're Dorothy, stuck in your Gingham dress tapping your heels together and hoping that one of those humid summer tornados that tears through the Plains will sweep you away to a land of ruby red kinky boots.
