Through the silvery rents that bar the sky we seem to catch a glimpse of the great hope and grandeur that lies around this little throbbing world, and a breath of its scent is wafted
us on the wings of the wild March wind.
Enormous granite boulders blocked the way on every hand; deep rifts in the ice threatened to engulf us at the least misstep; and from the north a slight breeze wafted
to our nostrils an unspeakable stench that almost choked us.
No fire was visible any where, but gusts of sulphurous steam issued silently and invisibly from a thousand little cracks and fissures in the crater, and were wafted
to our noses with every breeze.
A few minutes later, the Victoria slowly ascended and soared away to the eastward, wafted
by a moderate wind.
You felt that it was ready to be wafted
away on the immaterial air, and death bore all the aspect of a beloved friend.
The sombre cave of the Tour-Roland alone knew how many bitter imprecations, touching complaints, prayers and sobs she had wafted
to heaven in connection with that charming bauble of rose-colored satin.
A breath of the country-side seemed to be wafted
into that panelled room in the middle of London.
These barks, these floating-houses, are wafted
to and fro by the changing winds.
She was a remarkable-looking woman, well advanced in the sixties, but owing to the lightness of her frame and the brightness of her eyes she seemed to have been wafted
over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the passage.
Now the sightless banth, in its savage, aimless charging and counter-charging, had passed beyond the kill of its fellow, and there the light breeze that was blowing wafted
the scent of new blood to its nostrils.
Fragments of the poem were wafted
in at the open window as he passed and repassed.