A maid servant on her knees with her back to him was washing the white stone floor of the hall at the foot of the staircase.
"Prisoners" by Mary Cholmondeley
When they arose from Table, they wash'd their Hands in a Golden Bason set with Emeralds, and other costly Stones.
"Zadig" by Voltaire
So all this day have I searched among the bushes by the stream where I beat the clothes on stones and wash them.
"Tales of Destiny" by Edmund Mitchell
Ross had to wash himself off in the stream before piling stones over the corpse in temporary burial.
"The Time Traders" by Andre Norton
He wouldn't even let me go into his stone outbuilding to wash the foul stuff from my shirtcloak.
"The Door Through Space" by Marion Zimmer Bradley
It was an easy path, almost all of stone, and the rain had washed it clean.
"Six Little Bunkers at Cowboy Jack's" by Laura Lee Hope
The water washed the dirt through the holes, leaving the stones.
"The Mask" by Arthur Hornblow
Sometimes they went down to the sea-shore and built castles of stones, and picked up shells washed in by the waves.
"Terry" by Rosa Mulholland
My husband prescribed a washing all over with hot water and stones.
"Southern Arabia" by Theodore Bent
A row of hollyhocks along the stone wall nodded brightly, and the sun's clarity was a wash of transparent gold.
"The Tyranny of Weakness" by Charles Neville Buck
The Horg-stones stand in Rykdal;
The Doom-ring still remains;
But the snows of a thousand winters
Have washed away the stains.
"The Dole Of Jarl Thorkell" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Wash thou with briny tears the hallow'd ground —
Its walls, instead of stones, with virtues raise —
Let not thy altar without fire be found,
Nor without incense — such as, "pray'r and praise."
"Advice To Ev'ry Master Of A Family, To Govern His House In A Religious Manner" by Rees Prichard
A weed-grown slope, whereon the rain
Has washed the brown rocks bare,
Leads tangled from a lonely lane
Down to a creek's broad stair
Of stone, that, through the solitude,
Winds onward to a quiet wood.
"Standing-Stone Creek" by Madison Julius Cawein
Danger. The church portico has four fluted
columns, each a single piece of stone, made
modester by white-wash. Theis would be a fit haven for
waifs, children, animals, prisoners,
and presidents who have repaid
"The Steeple-Jack" by Marianne Moore