O, I like the city, with its street cars weaving the streets together like shuttles; I love their flashing blue and red and green lights, as they slide past the streets, clanging their bells, and with faces looking out of the windows, and every one of the people knowing where they are going.

My first thought was that he would be angry with me for having kept him waiting, but as I approached him, we heard the big church clock of Fontainebleau clang out the hour of ten.

Instantly the bell of the seigniory clanged the alarm; the streets swarmed with a furious mob; armed men sprang, as by magic, from the earth, and rushed toward the Piazza; palace doors were barred; towers bristled with defenders; stockades began to be built across the streets, and on that day the French took their first lesson in the art of barricades.

For in getting up to preach in a sort of pill-box on a long stalk, I found the said stalk surging and nodding so under my weight, that I had to assume an attitude of most dignified repose, and to beware of 'beating the drum ecclesiastic,' or 'clanging the Bible to shreds,' for fear of toppling into the pews of the very smart, and really very attentive, brown ladies below.

Down the avenues clanged cars black with mechanics, clerks, and shop-girls on the way to work; people streamed hurrying to their day's toil.

He enters,speaks the words of power once more, And swift upon him clangs the ponderous door.

But to make the matter certain he walked to the door and vigorously clanged the knocker.

Electric trams went clanging down the lines.

Of course, he said, France would go on fighting till the Germans were beaten, just as the old men and the women and children said, whether the church bell were clanging the matins or the angelus.

He closed his eyes and laid into the tank for dear life; you could hear it clanging a mile away.

Ere he reaches the level of the first story, the alarm-bell over his head clangs out a goodly peal.

Drenched guards, posted near the eaves where water splashed on them clanged their shields in darkness as the decurion passed; there was not a square yard of the palace grounds unwatched.

" Being assured of welcome on all occasions, he of the long countenance went clanging down the iron shutter again; and the lonely law-student, burying his face in his hands, prayed Providence to forgive him for having esteemed his own lot so hopelessly gloomy when there were Comic Paper men on the very next floor.

He would not set ringing in her ears that knell which was clanging to him its solemn, incessant, menacing "Put your house in order!"

A collision of milk-trains could hardly have made more noise than we did as we clashed and clanged down the main street.

Suddenly all the public clocks clanged the first stroke of an houran absurdly wrong hour, but it was an hour.

Then sounds the trumpet clearly, then clangs the loud tambour, Make room, make room for Gazulthrow wide, throw wide the door; Blow, blow the trumpet clearer still, more loudly strike the drum, The Alcaydé of Algava to fight the bull doth come.

It was a waiting time, and into it the old-fashioned Dutch clock in the corner sent its voice with a monotonous, softly clanging toll of seconds, until Anthony forgot the moonlight over the outside terraces to watch the gradual sway of the pendulum.

For Sir Piers and his wife motored home at the end of July through a village decked with flags and bunting and under a triumphant arch that made Piers' little two-seater seem absurdly insignificant; while the bells in the church-tower clanged the noisiest welcome they could compass, and Graciehome for the holidaysmustered the school-children to cheer their hardest as the happy couple passed the schoolhouse gate.

With a great clanking and clanging the new American, tractor struggled towards them up the hill, dragging its plough.

How all the ancient North was alive in its Troll-haunted hillocks, where clanged the anvil of the faery hill-smith, and danced and banqueted the Gnome and Troll,and in its streams and springs, musical with the harps of moist-haired Elle-women and mermaids, who, ethnic daemons though they were, yet cherished a hope of salvation!