Beat

Usage examples of rhythm.

Unless I set my will, unless I absolve myself from the rhythm of life, fix myself and remain static, cut off from living, absolved within my own will.

The dancers in the afterglow do not break rhythm, but do introduce a kind of bow into their prancing.

Man has attachment to the soil, both spiritually and materially, possesses beast-of-prey instincts, and shows in his rhythm of sleep and waking the alternating supremacy of the tensionless plant-element in him.

Simulated Artefact lacks circadian rhythms and is indifferent to night or day.

Pulse forty-four, with some irregularity in the atrial and ventricular rhythms.

Our cook is a gentle, avuncular Muslim called Doud whose careful rhythm of prayer and cooking and cleaning washes like a balm from his small inferno behind the dining room and soothes in waves across our house.

Both of these schedules are typical for infants and illustrate how very different babies can be in their daily rhythms.

And just now the bumping of the Tube train shaped his emotion into something that began with Success that poisons many a baser mind With thoughts of self, may lift-- but stopped there because, when he changed into another train, the jerkier movement altered the rhythm into something more lyrical, and he got somewhat confused between the two and ended by losing both.

He felt the devil was slipping hip wiggling and bebop rhythms into gospel, tempting groups and luring good Christians away from the Lord with the idea of making a fast buck.

I understood that nothing in this world existed for the reasons stated by Einstein, and that nothing Einstein ever said made any sense except on the level of pure magic, because at the bottom of all that mathematical boogaloo is just jungle noise and street rhythms and a vast primitive design.

There is an underlying rhythm, and Broadtail is sure this is some kind of animal call, not just noise.

Her eyes occasionally meet those of Chugger, the muscular drummer, and the both of them smile in secret simpatico, so comfortable in the rhythm section, unenvious of the melody spinners.

Culla followed, the mashies clacking together slowly, powerfully with the rhythm of his footsteps.

Our pulses intertwine, slip apart, losing and refinding each other countless times in the creation of a microcosm of rhythms, all danceable, as we dare to prove.

All flows, so to speak, from one fount not to be thought of as one breath or warmth but rather as one quality englobing and safeguarding all qualities--sweetness with fragrance, wine--quality and the savours of everything that may be tasted, all colours seen, everything known to touch, all that ear may hear, all melodies, every rhythm.