How To Use Soughing In A Sentence
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A few kilometres away from Madras city on the Coromandal coast, the boom of chisel and hammer rises in the sandy wilderness, above crashing waves and soughing winds.
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The dog scratched and padded around the place and pushed his dish across the kitchen floor tiles, but otherwise it was so quiet you could hear the wind soughing in the firs.
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It shamed her - remembering the wonderful soughing trees rather than the boys.
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We pushed off from the shore and glided into the heart of the river - around us just the sound of the wind soughing in the reeds and the lapping of water against the hull.
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The melancholy soughing of a cane-flute rose on the night breeze.
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A stiff north-westerly wind blew bracingly in from the grey and ochre ocean, soughing noisily through a field of high green corn stalks, bending the inland ash and thorn and willow, scraping the short turf and the bare headlands.
Margaret Drabble | Trespassing
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a soughing wind in the pines
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Like Arve Henriksen, Tamura's vocalised trumpet often resembled a shakuhachi (wooden Japanese flute) or (more fancifully) the gentle soughing of wind through trees.
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Rational Review
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The vocalised trumpet often resembled a shakuhachi (wooden Japanese flute) or (more fancifully) the gentle soughing of wind through trees.
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But at the same time, I saw a sea of clouds and heard the soughing of the wind in the pines.
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the branches of the trees moved soughingly in the breeze
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The three women spend the rest of the day skating on a nearby frozen creek while the ‘live oak and soughing pine on the banks enclosed them and absorbed their laughter’.
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I felt the bursting cotton-bolls and fingered their soft fiber and fuzzy seeds; I felt the low soughing of the wind through the cornstalks, the silky rustling of the long leaves, and the indignant snort of my pony, as we caught him in the pasture and put the bit in his mouth – ah me! how well I remember the spicy, clovery smell of his breath!
The Story of My Life
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The wind blew higher, and like a hurricane; the rain began to fall in perfect spouts; the auld kirk rumbled and rowed, and made a sad soughing; and the branches of the bourtree behind the house, where auld Cockburn that cut his throat was burned, creaked and crazed in a frightful manner; but as to the roaring of the troubled waters, and the bumming in the lum-head, they were past all power of description.
The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith
