Fanfare maker

Usage examples of trumpet.

Among the crocheted doilies of missionary artisanship and hammered copper plates representing idealized tribal maidens or trumpeting elephants that were African bourgeois taste, there hung in the dimness Edward Lear watercolours of Italy and Stubbs sporting prints swollen with humidity and spotted as blighted leaves.

Just then the blast of trumpets rang out above them from the bartizan they had just quitted.

She turns to face the expanse of red-and-gold carpet that stretches to the doorway as trumpets blat and the doors swing open to admit the deputation of lobsters.

His pompous welcome drowned her more genuine pleasure, and she stood smiling gently at Brat while her husband trumpeted forth their satisfaction in seeing Patrick Ashby on their doorstep again.

Then I and my six helpers poured water into the containers, the faber did whatever it was that he did with his brazing spelter, clamped the cap on one trumpet after another, and he, Ansila and their apprentices all frantically did the hammering to seal them.

The peridioles fly out of the trumpet and the trailing spring-like hyphae sticks to any leaf or twig it touches, coiling itself tightly.

I had held the matrosses of the Citadel in some contempt, I seemed to hear the long rattle of the call to parade, and the bright challenge the trumpets sent from the battlements.

She took it, raised it like a trumpet to the heavens, sucked in a millilitre or so.

We heard the trumpet blown there, and the cries of the new monomachists who sought their foes.

I could almost wish it might either cure or kill me, for I am weary of lying here like an ox dying of the murrain, when tambours are beating, horses stamping, and trumpets sounding without.

The trumpets had piped faintingly out, everyone had bowed, and there was the guarded ruffling of a gathering, stiff, thirsty, and overclad, which had a Solemn Mass to get through before food.

From outside the stadium, a thousand voices shout in distant confusion and outrage, overscored by the sound of brass trumpets.

Hence they may imagine, that to trumpet forth the praises of such a person, would, in the vulgar phrase, be crying Roast-meat, and calling in partakers of what they intend to apply solely to their own use.

When I first saw them, I was certain they were trumpet flowers, for they had the characteristic bell-shaped perianth with delicate stamen projecting slightly from the cup.

Lubeck was yelling through his trumpet as they reversed the angle of the yards to bring the Principessa round so that the wind would favour her.