Sentence examples for upon a stone from inspiring English sources

Ornate silverware is perched upon a stone chopstick rest.

Hitler's ally, Ante Pavelic, who had headed the Ustashe through the nineteen-thirties, proclaimed that his new state must be "cleansed" of Jews and Serbs: "Not a stone upon a stone will remain of what once belonged to them".

The consul Varro, with a thin company, fled to Venusia; Aemilius Paulus, unable any longer to oppose the flight of his men, or the flight of his men, or the pursuit of the enemy, his body all covered with wounds, and his soul no less wounded with grief, sat himself down upon a stone, expecting the kindness of a despatching blow.

It doesn't help that in a video promotion for the album she sings Yeats while skipping beside the Seine as if she were singin' in the rain instead of cooing: Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: I carry the sun in a golden cup.

We came upon a stone courtyard that held the largest tower of the temple yet.

The double walls, with their defensive towers and substructure of cyclopean masonry (large irregular blocks without mortar), stand upon a stone-faced rampart of earth, itself protected by a stone apron wall.

He keeps watch beneath the tree where it roosts, gets shot at, flees, loses the bird, encounters a knight, loses him, too, then stumbles upon a clearing with a stone cottage and a strange old man outside.

...there was a raised stone dais in the center of the lowered floor, and upon this dais stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing.

It appears in volume five, when Harry and company are exploring the Department of Mysteries....there was a raised stone dais in the center of the lowered floor, and upon this dais stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing.

On a dark sliver of a street not far from the Forbidden City, deep in a Beijing hutong called Shatan Beijie, my husband and I came upon a beautiful stone wall at the end of an alley, and in its center the entrance to a temple.

For each and every person in the audience the show operates as a personal mnemonic that prods our own memories into action, taking us back into childhood and back down the ages, through the shadows of all those who stand behind us, until we reach a point 5,000 years in the past where a man, our relative, lies down upon a freezing stone high up in Tyrol and dies.