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Usage examples of belfry.

How long ago the first belfry tower of Bruges was built is unknown, but this at least is certain, that in the year 1280 a fire, in which the ancient archives of the town perished, destroyed the greater part of an old belfry, which some suppose may have been erected in the ninth century.

Judah has his golem move slowly around the belfry, disaggregating in bullet-slugs of its earth flesh.

I actually observed it in the belfry of the Sarova Monastery, Tambov Eparchy, where, perhaps, the two blind bellmen are showing visitors up the winding stairs to this very day.

Thursday, the 28th of April, Jeanne was able to discern from the heights of Olivet the belfries of the town, the towers of Saint-Paul and Saint-Pierre-Empont, whence the watchmen announced her approach.

High above, Wiki could glimpse the low whitewashed wall of a plaza, and the silhouette of a belfry beyond it.

On a hill in the centre rose a sixteen-angled tower greater than all the rest and bearing a high pinnacled belfry resting on a flattened dome.

Temple of the Elder Ones with its sixteen carven sides, its flattened dome, and its lofty pinnacled belfry, overtopping all else, and majestic whatever its foreground.

I had discovered it when I was still a child, a way of scaling the stairless stones up to the remnants of a belfry high up above the town.

I feel sure that this rings a tiny tintinnabulation in the distant belfries of my memory.

The belfries seemed to be standing on tiptoe behind the houses -- like tall serving lads, who, unbeknown to their masters, have succeeded in squeezing themselves into the family group.

The splash of light illuminated the undergirding of the belfry and cupola.

There was plenty of market-room for both straight BMR bands like Pandaemonium, and bands like Belfry, which were sending the whole thing up.

Farther on, the course of Broderson Creek was marked by a curved line of grey-green willows, while on the low hills to the north, as Presley advanced, the ancient Mission of San Juan de Guadalajara, with its belfry tower and red-tiled roof, began to show itself over the crests of the venerable pear trees that clustered in its garden.

Strave of the Guardian Cities, a place of the grandest architectural exuberance, no two structures remotely alike, great palaces chock-a-block defying one another in their glorious excess, profusions of towers and pavilions and belvederes and steeples and belfries and cupolas and rotundas and porticos sprouting madly everywhere like giant mushrooms.

We paused to catch our breath, looking down on a church with an openwork belfry of some patchy rose-pink hue, a rude and pretty touch in all the layered white.