Trumpets
[trʌmpits]
Definition
(n. pl.) A plant (Sarracenia flava) with long, hollow leaves.
Typist: Preston
Examples
- His warning voice was unheard, for the din which the knight himself occasioned by his strokes upon the postern would have drowned twenty war-trumpets. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- But the intensity of the vibrations diminishes very rapidly with the distance; so that even with the aid of speaking-tubes and trumpets it is impossible to exceed somewhat narrow limits. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- The trumpets sounded, and the knights charged each other in full career. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- For many years after this episode, the modern lead-lead type of battery thus brought forward with so great a flourish of trumpets had a hard time of it. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- I am confident that all the drums and trumpets of a royal army, beating and sounding together just at your ears, could not equal it. Jonathan Swift. Gulliver's Travels into Several Remote Nations of the World.
- But Physician was a composed man, who performed neither on his own trumpet, nor on the trumpets of other people. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- The trumpets then again flourished, and a herald, stepping forward, proclaimed aloud,--Oyez, oyez, oyez. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- Your comedy and mine will have been played then, and we shall be removed, oh, how far, from the trumpets, and the shouting, and the posture-making. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- The trumpets of triumph are blowing, their clangor swells north from thy south, And jubilant music is flowing anew from thy mouth. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- Grand shop-winders, trumpets, and drums; and here be we out of doors in all winds and weathers-- But you mistake me, pleaded Clym. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- The trumpets again sounded, and there was a dead pause of many minutes. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- She stooped down, and touched the trumpets, with infinitely fine and delicate-touching finger-tips. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- I promise you my friend, the writing of the golden Papa speaks with a tongue of trumpets for itself. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Their trumpets sounded a wild march, of an Oriental character, which formed the usual signal for the Templars to advance. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- Then come drums, trumpets, thunders of artillery, and groans of the dying, and at last, in a grand triumphal swell, God Save the King is performed. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
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