Usage examples for Filtering

  1. The light in the camp was merely the reflection of the paler hue of the night outside, filtering through the open door and the single window. – When Egypt Went Broke by Holman Day
  2. The mellow light from the amber coloured glass of the octagon and the twilight filtering through the gorgeous hues of the other windows is remarkably and impressively pleasing. – Cathedral Cities of Italy by William Wiehe Collins
  3. One is, the existence in it of vegetable or animal matter, which can be remedied by filtering through sand and charcoal. – The American Woman's Home by Catherine E. Beecher and Harriet Beecher Stowe
  4. Day came filtering in on wan faces brightened to fearful hope, for Christian assuredly lived and would live: consciousness held, and his eyes waked and asked. – The Unknown Sea by Clemence Housman
  5. Angela sat facing one of the big windows, and a green light filtering through rose- arbours gave her skin the luminous, pearly reflections that artists love to paint. – The Port of Adventure by Charles Norris Williamson and Alice Muriel Williamson
  6. Like ice- chilled wine the sweet, keen mountain air blew in our faces, filtering throat and nostrils as we moved; the rain that the frost had promised was still far away- perhaps not rain at all, but snow. – The Reckoning by Robert W. Chambers
  7. Curtains of green gauze hung before the windows, and the fierce sunlight filtering through gave the room a strangely translucent effect. – The Lamp in the Desert by Ethel M. Dell
  8. Soon I felt that a strange new power was filtering into me. – The Dweller on the Threshold by Robert Smythe Hichens
  9. And then, as the sunlight was filtering through and turning the brook from blue to crystal, we came upon the Celebrity. – The Complete PG Edition of The Works of Winston Churchill by Winston Churchill
  10. The slanting rays of the morning sun filtering through the trees, cast checkered lights upon the lilies and weeds that floated on the water. – Banked Fires by E. W. (Ethel Winifred) Savi
  11. Dusk was filtering down from the blue peaks. – Brand Blotters by William MacLeod Raine
  12. There was a little light here in this silent blur- a soft, mellow Earth- light filtering in the window. – Astounding Stories of Super-Science April 1930 by Various
  13. When he wishes to return to the daylight, after resting in a short burrow against the rim of the cover, the Beetle, seeing a little light filtering through the loose soil, reascends the entrance- well, incapable of telling himself that he has only to prolong the tunnel as far in the opposite direction to reach the outer world beyond the wall and gain his freedom. – The Glow-Worm and Other Beetles by Jean Henri Fabre
  14. In spite of the patches of sunlight filtering down through branches or glaring upon the river there was now something dismal in all this, and she began to feel the cold again, penetrating, relentless, evil in its might. – The Peace of Roaring River by George van Schaick
  15. Meanwhile exaggerated accounts of the size of Burr's following were filtering to Washington, together with circumstantial rumors of the disloyalty of his designs. – John Marshall and the Constitution A Chronicle of the Supreme Court, Volume 16 In The Chronicles Of America Series by Edward S. Corwin
  16. Daylight is filtering through a heavily barred window at the end. – The Project Gutenberg Plays of John Galsworthy, Complete by John Galsworthy
  17. Their composition is simple and broad, the coloring rich and deep, and the interior dusk of the church enhances the value of the sunlight filtering through the glass. – Cathedrals of Spain by John A. (John Allyne) Gade
  18. Day was breaking now: a dirty December day, with the light filtering through heavy grey clouds that drifted along the ground, hid the horizon, clung to the low hills, and then suddenly dispersed in long wisps driven by a keen breeze, that got up in gusts, and drove clouds of dust along the hard frozen ground. – Fantômas by Pierre Souvestre Marcel Allain
  19. As they drew near they could see the crouched forms of two children, the light filtering through the leafage on the silky flax of their heads. – The Emigrant Trail by Geraldine Bonner