Example sentences of "[det] [was/were] still [art] [noun sg] " in BNC.
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| 1 | The late Hans Keller , the most peppery and venerable writer on music since George Bernard Shaw , dearly wished that this were still the case . |
| 2 | This was still a labour council , they were still a conservative government but there was a wonderful consensus about the spending needs of local authorities and how local authorities should be funded . |
| 3 | No — this was still the interior of the Drum , its walls stained with smoke , its floor a compost of old rushes and nameless beetles , its sour beer not so much purchased as merely hired for a while . |
| 4 | In 1973 the UK had the smallest dependence on EC markets of any of the nine EC members , and this was still the case ten years later . |
| 5 | This was still the case when subjects with atrophy were excluded from this analysis . |
| 6 | This was still the situation as recently as the 19405 . |
| 7 | This was still the practice by the 1830s when a tide of emigrants left Europe for Australia , New Zealand and California . |
| 8 | Buster somehow or other was found to have one of the instruments , and so he was put on a charge and ultimately he was sentenced to be flogged as this was still the practice in the Services . |
| 9 | He was a follower of William Pitt and an acquaintance of Dr. Samuel Johnson ; he advised his son , Samuel the Younger , while the latter was still an undergraduate , that ‘ the respectable way to get into Parliament was by invitation , not by contention ’ . |
| 10 | I did n't , I was n't aware that that was still a part of , of the Guild work today . |
| 11 | That was still a time when serious writing was impossible , so I began to translate , mainly English , American and German novels and short story collections . |
| 12 | That was still the kind of work that I wanted to do , and if I thought very much a comprehensive schools it was in a spirit of mild disquiet . |
| 13 | That was still the thought in her mind as she struck the ground , not knowing how she came to be there , as one never knows , having suffered a blow aimed from behind which came at her like a thunderbolt , felled her in the presence of a hundred indifferent spectators and left her prostrate , struggling as in those terrible lodging-house dreams , to get up , to breathe , while the weasel-pack fell on top of her , shrieking with laughter . |