She called up before her eyes a vision of the drawing-room at home; it was a large oblong room, with a square window
opening on the garden.
They were walking past the house of the old Patroon, with its squat walls and small square windows
compactly grouped about a central chimney.
Participating merchants will feature the American Heart Association “Go Red” square window
Big Ted and Little Ted, the once inseparable double act who now no longer speak after famously falling out over whether it was the arched or the square window
, said they were saddened.
My neatly printed name was stuck by a lower bunk with green soft blanket, a tiny lamp, a square window
with snowdrops peeping through the tidy pane.
Even the act of peeing on a stick is built up to something of a Hollywood blockbuster-type fairytale, in which you and your partner stare excitedly for three minutes at said stick, waiting to see how many lines come up in the square window
, before squealing and hugging in delight at the result.
It seems as a society we are becomingly increasingly obsessed with what we see through the square window
She also was working on a more sedate nature scene: a square window
showing a group of California quail.
Downy will also run featured advertisements and interactive elements of the Herald's Square window
display on the Macy's JumboTron located outside of the store on 34th Street and Seventh Avenue.
In order to obtain this goal we propose a modification to Niblack's method, which is based on sliding a square window
over the document image and calculating the mean and standard deviation of the grey pixel values in each window.
The Guardian reported that this year's shortlist is comprised of: The Sun-fish by Eilean Ni Chuilleanain; Continental Shelf by Fred D'Aguiar; Over by Jane Draycott; The Water Table by Philip Gross; Through the Square Window
by Sinead Morrissey; One Secret Thing by Sharon Olds; Weeds & Wild Flowers by Alice Oswald; A Scattering by Christopher Reid; The Burning of the Books and Other Poems by George Szirtes; and West End Final by Hugo Williams.
I was a potential killer, so I could not be let loose on the roads, I was given to understand as I struggled among a mass of sweaty, smelly bodies that piled in a heap in front of a small square window