A Connecting word is a non-significant sound
, which neither causes nor hinders the union of many sounds
into one significant sound
; it may be placed at either end or in the middle of a sentence.
The sun was shining gloriously; the children that had been confirmed went out of the town; and from the wood was borne towards them the sounds
of the unknown bell with wonderful distinctness.
I call them SOUNDS
, rather than WORDS, because sounds
they were primarily.
I reasoned with myself that I had lain helpless for many hours within the cave, yet nothing had molested me, and my better judgment, when permitted the direction of clear and logical reasoning, convinced me that the noises I had heard must have resulted from purely natural and harmless causes; probably the conformation of the cave was such that a slight breeze had caused the sounds
Minutes merged into quarters of hours, and quarters of hours into half-hours, and still the sound
persisted, ever changing from its initial vocal impulse yet never receiving fresh impulse--fading, dimming, dying as enormously as it had sprung into being.
I have been mocked with the likensss of sleep, while sounds
of discord have rent my ears, such as might manifest the fullness of time, and that nature had forgotten her harmony.
How many hours of the night had passed, when my irritable sense of hearing became aware of a new sound
in the room, I cannot tell.
But now the sounds
inside had ceased, and a thin circle of bright metal showed between the top and the body of the cylinder.
There was a sound
as of the cooing sob of doves, which seemed to multiply and intensify with each second.
, which he had not heard for so long, had an even more pleasurable and exhilarating effect on Rostov than the previous sounds
There was a light in the room, as he could see from under the door, but there was no sound
of any one moving.
Sometimes I wished to express my sensations in my own mode, but the uncouth and inarticulate sounds
which broke from me frightened me into silence again.
In truth, our village has become a butt For one of those fleet railroad shafts, and o'er Our peaceful plain its soothing sound
is -- Concord.
From the thickest parts of the copse, where the snow still remained, came the faint sound
of narrow winding threads of water running away.
That morning he had slung his good old bugle horn over his shoulder, and now, with the yearning, came a great longing to sound
his bugle once more.