Scouting For Girls frontman Roy Stride said: "A hurricane could sweep down
on T in the Park and it wouldn't make any difference.
A BIG freeze is set to hit the region this weekend when icy Arctic winds are expected to sweep down
across the UK.
A new state-of-the-art set and titles means it's the end of the sweep down
the Thames into the clockface of Big Ben.
Inspired by childhood memories of the Spanish Mediterranean, where sun-drenched orange groves sweep down
to the sea.
USC, which inexplicably threw eight straight passes on its opening drive before punting, went back to the run following Fresno State's touchdown, and tailback Reggie Bush responded with a 65-yard run on a sweep down
the sideline that reached the 5-yard line.
Those hazards include torrents of lava, avalanches of debris and mud, and hot clouds of ash that sweep down
the flanks of a volcano at highway speed (SN: 1/13/01, p.
Start on the bank of a rivet-, sweep down
over thousands of square miles of American turf, farms, suburbs, and cities, and stop at a line of longitude; it's not exactly a likely method for creating a unique culture.
Rains have swollen rivers in the south of the country, and a wall of water was expected to sweep down
into the capital.
Enormous volumes of ash and dust sweep down
the slopes in avalanches.
IRELAND was warned yesterday to brace itself for gales and heavy rain about to sweep down
from the Arctic.
The gradient profile reveals many peaks and troughs before the final sweep down
to the sea.
The terminology sometimes used in hysteresis-loss measurements is: the first field sweep up is called the "initial branch," the field sweep down
is the "descending branch," and the subsequent field sweep up is the "ascending branch.
Then they set out together, Kutuldu on his horse, wearing an ankle-length velvet cloak to protect him against the winds that sweep down
from nearby mountains.
I lie here beside the hill, abandoned long to nature's will My buildings down, my people gone, my only sound the wild bird song My mighty birds will fly no more, no more will I hear the Merlins roar Never more my bosom feel the pounding of the aircraft wheel From ageless hills their voices cast, thunderous echoes from the past Yet still in lonely reverie, their great dark wings sweep down
on me Laughter, sorrow, hope and pain, never to know these things again Emotions that I came to know, of strange young men so long ago At times emotions need a boost, until my birds come home to roost Often with their shattered wings, broken tails or missing springs No more runway or motor pool, replaced by houses, shops and school Yet memories of long ago remain KEN CHESTER, Middlesbrough
POLICE are clearing houses as a summer fire threatens to sweep down
from the hills and destroy the suburbs of Los Angeles when officers find Lionel Byrd sitting in a chair in his front room, a gun in his lap and his brains over the ceiling.