100 collocations for fan

He kindles raging fires in the hearts of the young, fans the flames that are almost dead in the old, awakens the fever of passion in the chaste bosoms of virgins and instils a genial warmth into the breasts of wives and widows equally.

She shivered, although a warm breath of heated air fanned her cheek.

Fly such soft verse as fans the dang'rous fire!

His hot breath fanned the face of the sheriff and his lips grinned still farther back from the keen, white teeth.

After the first day, during which her granny had nursed him, she had sat by his bedside, had fanned his fevered brow, had held food and water and medicine to his lips.

Savonarola took the side of the people, and fanned the discontents.

The writhing body divided, end from end, the sordid scales sank indiscernibly into the dust, and an exquisite butterfly, arising from the ground, alighted on the lily, and remained for a moment fanning its wings in the last sunbeam, ere it unclosed them to the evening breeze.

Although a fire may die down, and seem to have little life in it, there is no absolute surety unless water be used, that a rising wind may not fan the embers into renewed activity, until a dangerous spark is carried into some nest of dead leaves near by, and so the fire starts that man-power can seldom control.

The air fanned the leaves of the ivy-plant that stood in the window, and of the primrose which seemed ready to open in the warm sun.

The lieutenants paced up and down the line of guns, while Captain Johnson fanned the smoke away with his cocked-hat and peered eagerly out.

Unresting the Filial doves speed in their flight, Now fanning the air and anon they alight On the medlars thick grouped.

'Tis love, combin'd with guilt alone, that melts The soften'd soul to cowardice and sloth; But virtuous passion prompts the great resolve, And fans the slumbering spark of heavenly fire.

Lo, when erring love Who fills the world, howe'er his power we shun, Else were the world a grave and we undone Assails the soul, if grace refuse to fan Our purged desires and make them soar above, What grief it were to have been born a man! LVII.

Think of my feelings, but pity the poor negro slave, who not only fans his cruel master when he eats and sleeps, but bears the stripes his caprice may inflict.

But when his voice was hushed, the evils he detested returned, since he had not created those convictions which bind men together in association; he had not fanned that spirit of inquiry which is hostile to ecclesiastical despotism, and which, logically projected, would subvert the papal throne.

He rose to his feet, stared at the window, and, seeing that the beast had not broken through, stooped and resumed fanning the blaze with more vigor than ever.

Boys like Cupids Stood fanning with their painted Wings the Winds That play'd about her Face; but if she smil'd, A darting Glory seemed to blaze abroad, That Men's desiring Eyes were never weary'd, But hung upon the Object.

The conflict within him doubtless fanned his wrath.

And one upon his shafts, another on his bow, is treading, and one hath loosed the sandal of Adonis, and another hath broken his own feathered quiver, and one in a golden vessel bears water, and another laves the wound, and another, from behind him, with his wings is fanning Adonis....

Oh! could those years indeed so soon have passed away! Past, as the waters of the running brook; Fled, as the summer winds that fan the flowers!

the cool breeze which fanned our foreheads was the expiring breath of the trade-winds coming all the way from the Bay of Honduras!

The bedroom door swung noiselessly back, fanning out the etheric fumes, and closed again upon an emerging figure.

It is a poor and cowardly policy for a great nation to pit against each other its semi-civilised dependencies, and to fan their jealousies in order to prevent any common action on their part, or to avoid drawing the sword for their suppression.

In the low murmur of her famished cry, And heavy sobs breathed up despairingly, Ye hear the near invisible humming Of his wide wings that fan the lurid sky Into cool ripples of new life and hope, While far in its dissolving ether ope Deeps beyond deeps, of sapphire calm, to cheer With Sabbath gleams the troubled Now and Here.

The cool breeze lifted the curls from his brow, and fanned with downy wings his quiet slumbers, while he lay under the refreshing shade of a large maple tree.

100 collocations for  fan