Phrases with "icicles"

Leon Trotsky Large icicles hung from his beard and mustache, and his great voice would boom out in the darkness: “Good evening!” Squeezed together in a corner of the sofa, we would be afraid to answer him. My Life by Leon Trotsky

Jules Verne Large blackish patches here and there showed that the icicles were not thoroughly cemented together. The Fur Country by Jules Verne [1873]

Walter Scott The icicles of your frozen climate shall as soon hammer hot bars into ploughshares, as shall the foppery and folly of your pretended gallantry make an instant’s impression on a breast like mine. Peveril of the Peak by Walter Scott [1822]

Mary Webb Frost tingled in the air; icicles had formed round the water-butt; the strange humming stillness of intense cold was about her. Gone to Earth by Mary Webb [1917]

H. G. Wells The icicles ceased to drip, but one or two broke and fell with a weak tinkling. Marriage by H. G. Wells [1912]

R. D. Blackmore All the poor little devils must be icicles at least. Mary Anerley by R. D. Blackmore [1880]

Virginia Woolf Among them was the ship of the Muscovite Embassy flying its double-headed black eagle from the main mast, which was hung with many-coloured icicles several yards in length. Orlando by Virginia Woolf [1928]

Andrew Lang She sighed, and turning to her husband said, ‘I wish I had as many children as there are icicles hanging there. The Yellow Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Robert Louis Stevenson The ground was hard as iron, the frost still rigorous; as he brushed among the hollies, icicles jingled and glittered in their fall; and wherever he went, a volley of eager sparrows followed him. The Misadventures of John Nicholson by Robert Louis Stevenson

H. G. Wells Scarcely a sound occurred, except for the little shuddering and stirring of the fire, and the reluctant, infrequent drip from the icicles along the sunny edge of the log hut roof. Marriage by H. G. Wells [1912]

Wilkie Collins By way of ornament to the dull brown walls, icicles appear in the crevices of the timber, gleaming at intervals in the red fire-light. The Frozen Deep by Wilkie Collins [1874]

Sinclair Lewis He sat in the Green Mountain Cocktail Lounge, with its hand-pegged maple furniture, its glass icicles on cartwheel chandeliers. Kingsblood Royal by Sinclair Lewis

Jules Verne At the end of five minutes he said: “I can’t go on like this! What a queer climate! It changes too suddenly, and the icicles are cutting my face. The English at the North Pole by Jules Verne

Thomas Hardy The hoary drizzle still continued; but the trees and shrubs were laden with icicles to an extent such as she had never before witnessed. Desperate Remedies by Thomas Hardy [1871]

Jules Verne Already the cold was beginning to stiffen their limbs, and the damp of their garments was being transformed into icicles which hung about them. A Winter Amid the Ice by Jules Verne [1874]

Leon Trotsky The coachman had to break the icicles off the horses’ muzzles as we drove along. My Life by Leon Trotsky

Edgar Allan Poe She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. Criticism by Edgar Allan Poe

Toward night whitish icicles glistened everywhere in dim outline. Mother by Maksim Gorky

Arthur Conan Doyle Finally, I came to a spot where the Roman tunnel opened into a water-worn cavern — a huge hall, hung with long white icicles of lime deposit. Tales of Terror and Mystery by Arthur Conan Doyle [1923]

Arthur Conan Doyle My breath reeked into the frosty air, and Rataplan sent up two feathers of steam from his nostrils, while the icicles drooped from the side-irons of his bit. The Exploits of Brigadier Gerard by Arthur Conan Doyle [1896]

H. G. Wells The frost gathered on my lips, icicles hung from my moustache, I was white with the freezing atmosphere. First Men in the Moon by H. G. Wells [1901]

On the day that we were quitting Whitney Hall — it was on the 26th of January, and the icicles were clustering on the trees — they had taken a long walk together. At Miss Deveen’s by Ellen Wood [1869]

Edith Wharton In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton [1911]