Example sentences of "staring out at [art] [noun] " in BNC.
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| 1 | The spoilt , black-haired girl sitting beside him staring out at the river . |
| 2 | Sir John took the goblet and went over to the window , staring out at the sun dazzling the snow on Tower Green . |
| 3 | He sat up , rubbing his eyes and staring out at the mist that hung over the grey stone building . |
| 4 | He could have been seven hundred miles away , his hand holding the side curtain open a little and staring out at the darkness . |
| 5 | He sat motionless , staring out at the Britches , for five minutes . |
| 6 | She stood , staring out at the pond and the dark Grove rising up the mountain behind it . |
| 7 | As I sat in the mouth of the cave looking out at the change in the weather , I wondered how a man in the Old Stone Age must have felt , staring out at the rain , knowing that if it did n't let up soon he 'd have to go out in it and knock a mammoth on the head for tea . |
| 8 | After a quick glance back through the shop ( Maisie and Ruthie were staring out at the street in silence ) Henry slid one sheet of the printed paper into Gordon 's typewriter . |
| 9 | Smiling to herself , she glanced into the room , and saw General Froebe staring out at the dock with a melancholy gaze . |
| 10 | For example , one of their star turns , David Swift , whose appearance in the first programme of the series staring out at the world through bright blue eyes beneath a battered trilby marked him out as a natural , recalls going to dance halls in the 1950s in search of girls : ‘ I mean there were plenty of songs coming out then where they say , Look at the way she walks . |
| 11 | She laughed and did not reply , staring out at the trees . |
| 12 | Matthew Arnold , staring out at the Channel , thought of Sophocles and the sea of faith that had since receded . |
| 13 | She had been watching him for half an hour staring out at the view , motionless . |
| 14 | Genius is the bust of Beethoven and Keats dying and Shelley dying and the size of War and Peace and poor old Sartre banging away at his trilogy and Hemingway paring it down to its essence and Monet unable to distinguish colours any more and Picasso staring out at the camera with his chest bare and his eyes blazing and Cézanne snarling like a dog and then walking out of Aix with his canvas and paints on his back to paint that mountain and Byron dying and Pushkin dying and all the rest of it . |
| 15 | Slorne became still and took stance on the branch quite near to Creggan , her head tilting to one site , ant her eyes staring out at the sunset sky that rose massively now over the Cages . |
| 16 | ‘ When can I see my father ? ’ she demanded , still staring out at the city she had been born in , and feeling waves of love for its brash life force , its moneyed pavements and its frantic race against time . |