The train swept by with a rustle and roar, the little pebbles jumped and danced under it as it passed, and the children were left looking at each other.
There is the rustle of the myriad animals on the beach, all the little shelled things that crawl about ceaselessly, and there is the noisy scurrying of the land-crabs.
Now the reeds take it up—forget, forget, they sigh, and it dies away in a rustle and a whisper.
All was a-shake and a-shiver—glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble.
She lingered there until dusk, liking the peace and calm of the little place, with its poplars whose rustle was like low, friendly speech, and its whispering grasses growing at will among the graves.
The rustle of the poplar leaves about the house worried her, it sounded so like pattering raindrops, and the full, faraway roar of the gulf, to which she listened delightedly at other times, loving its strange, sonorous, haunting rhythm, now seemed like a prophecy of storm and disaster to a small maiden who particularly wanted a fine day.
There was a rustle in the gallery, which nobody noticed; a moment later the church door creaked; the minister raised his streaming eyes above his handkerchief, and stood transfixed!
one hot summer afternoon she was playing in the cool,quiet water with hermaidens when she heard a rustle behind the bushes .
Leaves do not rustle.
The woods gave answer: the rustle of leaves, the icy rush of the stream, a distant hoot of a snow owl.
Behind him, he heard the soft metallic slither of the lordling's ringmail, ,, the rustle of leaves, and muttered curses as reaching branches grabbed at his longsword and tugged on his splendid sable cloak.
A cold wind was blowing out of the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
Branches clash together in the forest, and the leaves rustle in the wild wind, the thunder-clouds clap their giant hands and the flower children rush out in dresses of pink and yellow and white.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
one hot summer afternoon she was playing in the cool,quiet water with hermaidens when she heard a rustle behind the bushes .
The rocks of the Spy-glass re-echoed it a score of times; the whole troop of marsh-birds rose again, darkening heaven, with a simultaneous whirr; and long after that death yell was still ringing in my brain, silence had re-established its empire, and only the rustle of the redescending birds and the boom of the distant surges disturbed the languor of the afternoon.
Only the trickle of the stream, and the occasional rustle of leaves high up in a little curl of breeze, broke the silence.
Edwin Teale A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made.
Then he drew it off and put it on, and when he turned it round on his finger, he suddenly heard something rustle over his head.
Have you not often seen that when the wind blows they nod at one another, and rustle all their green leaves?
