throstle

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• Additionally, the historical development of the site appeared to reflect the progression of spinning technology through the water and throstle frames, and the self-acting mule.
• Coleridge also saw a bird in a larch tree, a ‘throstle’ or thrush in a larch appears in a version of what became his Dejection Ode.
• He knew that on the highest floor a devil would tear the fiber asunder, that it would then go to the scutcher, and have the dust and dirt blown away, then that carding machines would lay all the fibers parallel, that drawing machines would group them into slender ribbons, and a roving machine twist them into a soft cord, and then that a mule or a throstle would spin the roving into yarn, and the yarn would go to the weaving-rooms, where a thousand wonderful machines would turn them into miles and miles of calico; the machines doing all the hard work, while women and girls adjusted and supplied them with the material. The Measure of a Man
• He had carding machinery and 9,000 throstle frame spinning spindles in a three storey building alongside the brook, and 240 looms in a weaving shed alongside Chaddock Lane.
• Where the throstle is singing, and reindeer are roaming. Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol 58, No. 357, July 1845
• Midway through the second half, former Bantams skipper Lee Duxbury netted his first goal for the Throstle Nest outfit, again from a Stamer assist.
• The throstle and the red-wing are delicate eating. The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 10, No. 271, September 1, 1827
• She stepped ashore straightway, and looked up the land and to the right hand and the left, and saw at once that it was indeed the Isle of Queens, and the house stood trim and lovely as of old time; then she longed somewhat to tread the green meadow a little, for yet young was the day, and she saw nought stirring save the throstle and a few small beasts. The Water of the Wondrous Isles
• A jolly old throstle is singing away in the elm which overhangs the parson's gate. Despair's Last Journey
• One man, with opinions pretty well ossified on this subject, having been challenged for his statement that Mrs. Browning was born at Hope End, rushed into print in a letter to the “Gazette” with the countercheck quarrelsome to the effect, “You might as well expect throstles to build nests on Fleet Street 'buses, as for folks of genius to be born in a big city.” Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great