British eleven in Paris gets medal for third place

Usage examples of bronze.

When it did not, she walked down the ambulatory to the bronze grillwork gates at the end.

He rotated the tiny astrolabe with his fingers until a bronze pointer fastened to its center pivot had risen above the curving equator of the rete.

When landing at Brest, your evil genius made you encounter Beausire on the quay, who recognized you immediately, bronzed and altered as you were, while you almost fainted at the sight of him.

Six small bronze cannon rested with their muzzles bowsed up against the bulwarks on each side of the craft.

Urging forward their mounts with wild cries, brandishing the small round bronze and iron studded and bossed war shields, they came racing towards the column.

Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

Guards were running through the garden, all converging toward the palace, where the clamor momentarily grew louder-tall men in burnished cuirasses and crested helmets of polished bronze.

The westering sun tinted the sky with evening colors of dusty gold and pale violet, flaming the woodland greens and burnishing the boles of towering chestnut and hawthorn with a gleam like bronze.

As the bronze bell rang in clear, high tones, people bustled out to see the excitement.

The jug of hydrocyanic, once he threw it, would either hit Doc Savage or burst close enough to splash the bronze man.

Little gilt chairs stood in rows, seeming too frail to bear anyone, and the new Macrobian Knights Militant stood guard like graven mages, gleaming with iron and bronze.

The sea wind blew in their white unbound manes, where bronze and gold pins were tangled.

Lo Manto pulled a disposable camera from his shirt pocket and clicked off several shots, capturing the regal bronze statue, with the thin man with the backpack in the foreground.

The bronze sun beat down, but to the north clouds built against the towering citadel of the Djenn Marre, and thunder commenced to rumble in the far distance, echoing through the ice-gripped interstices between the mountains.

Before it stood a young man trying on a jerkin on which rings of bronze were tightly sewn, one against another, His head was dark and for a moment Merlin was nearly startled into hailing him by name.