His hand, which still held my sleeve, twitched like a branch in the wind.
"Tales of Terror and Mystery" by Arthur Conan Doyle
I only feel the breath of cool wind that rises in my sleeves.
"The Book of Tea" by Kakuzo Okakura
A wind seemed to blow his sleeve off his arm, and he replied to it, and saw Trampas pitch forward.
"The Virginian" by Owen Wister
Then would come a winding of wire, to further strengthen the tube, and then more sleeves or jackets.
"Tom Swift and his Giant Cannon" by Victor Appleton
The wind dragged a shirt-sleeve from the 'popple' or pebble which held it down.
"The Well-Beloved" by Thomas Hardy
His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, displaying hard, sinewy forearms, browned by the sun and wind.
"The Man From Brodney's" by George Barr McCutcheon
To effect this, the drum around which the chain winds that carries the carbons is mounted upon a sleeve fixed upon the axle.
"Scientific American Supplement, No. 455, September 20, 1884" by Various
A pine-tree wind dusts his sleeves and coat; A pebbly stream cleans his heart and ears.
"More Translations from the Chinese" by Various
A cold wind had begun to blow outdoors, and her hands and wrists showed red below her short sleeves.
"The Story of Dago" by Annie Fellows-Johnston
The wind blew it around him like a cloak to cover up the holes in his jacket sleeves and his old shoes.
"Boys and Girls Bookshelf (Vol 2 of 17)" by Various
Once I wet my sleeves
It's frozen now
On this first day of spring,
Will the wind melt it, I wonder?
"Once I wet my sleeves" by Ki no Tsurayuki
Now, to explore!
The impatient wind is in the corridor;
Fate lays a finger on my sleeve once more;
And I must close this door.
"The Last Room" by Bliss William Carman
I drink wine by the eastern fence in the yellow dusk.
Now a dark fragrance fills my sleeves and makes me spin.
The bamboo blinds sway in the west wind.
And I am even thinner than a yellow flower.
"Tz'u No. 18" by Li Ching Chao
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down
A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out
To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling.
But far up the mountain, behind the town,
We too were swept out, out by the wind,
Alone with the Tuscan grass.
"The Journey" by James Wright