The smallest he-baby stumbled over one of the sepulchral
slabs so much admired by Mr.
I am glad to see you, sir,' said Mrs Vincent Crummles, in a sepulchral
He made the little parlour resound to its foundations with a note of anger positively sepulchral
in its depth of tone.
He alluded constantly to Europe, to the people I was supposed to know there--putting leading questions as to my acquaintances in the sepulchral
city, and so on.
He started and stood still a moment; then wiped his streaming forehead, and, advancing towards me, with a kind of unnatural composure, said in a deep, almost sepulchral
I am the census-taker Time,' I boomed in sepulchral
Osborne, clutching the ladle, fixing his eyes on her, in a sepulchral
tone; and having helped her and the rest, did not speak for a while.
In the Cathedral, all became gray, murky, and sepulchral
, and the cracked monotonous mutter went on like a dying voice, until the organ and the choir burst forth, and drowned it in a sea of music.
He talked to himself, indifferent to the sympathy or hostility of his hearers, indifferent indeed to their presence, from the habit he had acquired of thinking aloud hopefully in the solitude of the four whitewashed walls of his cell, in the sepulchral
silence of the great blind pile of bricks near a river, sinister and ugly like a colossal mortuary for the socially drowned.
turned over on his back with a sepulchral
cry of 'Cuckoo
The stars seemed, to the boy's eyes, farther from the earth than he had ever seen them before; there was no wind; and the sombre shadows thrown by the trees upon the ground, looked sepulchral
and death-like, from being so still.
However, she persisted in dishing the dinner as well as cooking it, and then sat down, bibless and apronless, to partake of it as an illustrious guest: Mrs Wilfer first responding to her husband's cheerful 'For what we are about to receive--'with a sepulchral
Amen, calculated to cast a damp upon the stoutest appetite.
1968, Medieval Stone Carvings in North Wales, Sepulchral
Slabs and Effigies of the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Centuries yw'r 'gwerslyfr',' ond dydi Gresham ddim yn gallu cadarnhau mai corffddelw Elizabeth Ferres sydd yn Eglwys Caerwys.
buildings all around me pierced through the veiled, black night.
The basses Greg Skidmore and Edward Grint were firm and reliable: I particularly enjoyed the latter's The people that walked where the sepulchral
"darkness" was really sung not just growled.