Whirling

Examples

• The sun is a dizzying scarlet blaze, the sky a violet vortex whirling over me. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Archer stammered, his brain whirling with the shock of the announcement. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Face to face with the Englishman, however, he did not shirk the combat, but, whirling his sword with a fierce cry, dashed boldly at his enemy. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• Though he is stagnant in his cell, his connections without are whirling in the very vortex of life. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• She flung it into the fire, with a force that brought some of the glowing coals whirling out into the room. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• It is as if the storm-clouds within are moving like a whirling cyclone. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• His chief apparatus was a whirling table, sixty feet in diameter, and with an outside speed of seventy miles an hour. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
• No one who looks at my slow face can guess the vortex sometimes whirling in my heart, and engulfing thought and wrecking prudence. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• It is the lawyer's term for the restless, whirling mass of cares and anxieties, affections, hopes, and griefs, that make up the living man. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Instead, near the earth, it is continually tossing up and down, and often whirling about in rotary masses. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
• When Dr. Stuart's spouts were full charged, that is, when the whirling pipe of air was filled between _a a a a_ and _b b b b_, fig. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
• It had grown darker as they talked, and the wind was sawing and the sawdust was whirling outside paler windows. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• He got from me, through my not knowing where to strike, in the whirling round of the room, and the flashing of flames of fire between us. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• The savage, whirling bodies circled nearer. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• Mr. Joseph Harrison drove us down to the station, and we were soon whirling up in a Portsmouth train. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.

Editor: Percival