1 And from here and from there came the sounds of the cricket bats through the soft grey air.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 2 The air was very silent and you could hear the cricket bats but more slowly than before: pick, pock.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 3 In the silence of the soft grey air he heard the cricket bats from here and from there: pock.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 4 I found him asleep twice when I awoke; but I did not fear to go to sleep again, although the boughs or bats or something napped almost angrily against the window-panes.
5 Under the roof vast knots of bats had packed themselves together, thousands in a bunch; the lights disturbed the creatures and they came flocking down by hundreds, squeaking and darting furiously at the candles.
6 The bats chased the children a good distance; but the fugitives plunged into every new passage that offered, and at last got rid of the perilous things.
7 He had also contrived to catch a few bats, and these, also, he had eaten, leaving only their claws.
8 But hideous rumors that Lee was killed, the battle lost, and enormous casualty lists coming in, fled up and down the quiet streets like darting bats.
9 And I, you, and he; and we, ye, and they, are all bats; and I'm a crow, especially when I stand a'top of this pine tree here.
10 That silence seemed to ooze out of the ground, to hang under the foliage of the black maple trees with the bats and shadows.
11 It would have been as easy for the heath-ponies, bats, and snakes to be vulgar as for her.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 1: 7 Queen of Night 12 Thus he proceeded, like Aeneas with his father; the bats circling round his head, nightjars flapping their wings within a yard of his face, and not a human being within call.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 4: 7 The Tragic Meeting of Two Old Friends 13 Between me and the moonlight flitted a great bat, coming and going in great whirling circles.
14 I went to the window and looked out, but could see nothing, except a big bat, which had evidently been buffeting its wings against the window.
15 But the fact is that whilst the Professor was talking there came a big bat and sat on the window-sill.