Examples of using "Ombre" in a sentence and their english translations:
- It's a shadow.
- It is a shadow.
The tree casts a long shadow.
He is afraid of his own shadow.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
The girl was afraid of her own shadow.
She is afraid of her own shadow.
His shadow on the wall looked sad.
There's no light without a shadow.
I saw a shadow move behind that tree!
He is afraid of his own shadow.
- A shadow of sorrow passed over her face.
- A shadow of sorrow flitted across her face.
Did the groundhog see its shadow?
Worry often gives a small thing a large shadow.
Worry often gives a small thing a large shadow.
Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
There's a park where we can't cast any shadows.
We reduce it to a sad shadow of what it truly is.
And I wanna be careful just to keep the shadow off the surface of the water.
This development is casting a larger and larger shadow over the chemical industry as well.
There is not an iota, not a scintilla, not a hint of any real evidence.
He stood from the wall, his slender figure casting an elongated shadow across the hallway.
Within the palace, open to the day, / there stood a massive altar. Overhead, / with drooping boughs, a venerable bay / its shadowy foliage o'er the home-gods spread.
"Real, then, real is thy face, and true / thy tidings? Liv'st thou, child of heavenly seed? / If dead, then where is Hector?"
"Yea, alive, indeed, / alive through all extremities of woe. / Doubt not, thou see'st the truth, no shape of empty show."
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
"Loathed have I lived and useless, since the day / when man's great monarch and the God's dread sire / breathed his avenging blast and scathed me with his fire."
Two towering crags, twin giants, guard the cove, / and threat the skies. The waters at their feet / sleep hushed, and, like a curtain, frowns above, / mixt with the glancing green, the darkness of the grove.
On we stride / through shadowy ways; and I who rushing spear / and thronging foes but lately had defied, / now fear each sound, each whisper of the air, / trembling for him I lead, and for the charge I bear.
So to his shade, with funeral rites, we rear / a mound, and altars to the dead prepare, / wreathed with dark cypress. Round them, as of yore, / pace Troy's sad matrons, with their streaming hair. / Warm milk from bowls, and holy blood we pour, / and thrice with loud farewell the peaceful shade deplore.
"Spare, O AEneas, spare a wretch, nor shame / thy guiltless hands, but let the dead repose. / From Troy, no alien to thy race, I came. / O, fly this greedy shore, these cruel foes! / Not from the tree – from Polydorus flows / this blood, for I am Polydorus. Here / an iron crop o'erwhelmed me, and uprose / bristling with pointed javelins."