Examples of using "Voile" in a sentence and their english translations:
Layla took off her hijab.
- Layla wears the hijab.
- Layla is wearing hijab.
That diagonal sail, that's her.
I like windsurfing.
We were sailing.
The boat was under sail.
A pall of darkness cloaked the valley.
The wind blew against the sail.
The ship set sail for Bombay.
we can lift the veil of darkness.
The ship sails for Honolulu tomorrow.
- Set sail!
- Make sail!
I belong to the sailing club.
The haze enveloped London.
Tom enjoys sailing.
Layla took off her hijab.
You start building a sail to capture luck.
That girl who's wearing a scarf is a virgin.
That will take the wind out of her sails.
Bad weather prevented them from sailing.
The sun was covered up by a cloud blanket.
She was looking forward to going sailing with him.
Riches cover a multitude of woes.
You might be wondering what this object is.
The ship is about to set sail.
I belong to the sailing club.
Sailing around the world would be an experience of a lifetime.
Mary said she wanted to learn how to sail a boat.
It is difficult for beginners to enjoy windsurfing.
It's the soft palate sealing up precisely against the back of the nose.
feel your own soft palate snapping against the back of the throat.
Soil's just the thin veil that covers the surface of land,
It took courage to sail across the Pacific single-handed.
Windsurfing is fun.
The first rays of the sun tore the cloudy veil and the outline of a rocky island appeared.
Oh, that you could learn to see clearly! That the film might be removed from your eyes!
E'en as he cried, the hurricane from the North / struck with a roar against the sail. Up leap / the waves to heaven.
Dread shapes and forms terrific loomed in sight, / and hostile deities, whose faces frowned / destruction.
Riches cover a multitude of woes.
I'd like to sail around the world.
A woman was raped in broad daylight. Algerians are reproaching her for not wearing a veil.
Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek.
Veiled at her shrines in Phrygian hood we stand, / and chief to Juno, mindful of the seer, / burnt-offerings pay, as pious rites demand.
Of all the things Tom did last weekend, he says that windsurfing was the most fun.
One day and now another passed; the gale / sings in the shrouds, and calls us to depart.
"Back o'er the deep," cries Calchas; "nevermore / shall Argives hope to quell the Trojan might, / till, homeward borne, new omens ye implore, / and win the blessing back, which o'er the waves ye bore."
"O happy ye, whose walls already rise!" / Exclaimed AEneas, and with envious eyes / looked up where pinnacles and roof-tops showed / the new-born city; then in wondrous wise, / clothed in the covering of the friendly cloud, / passed through the midst unseen, and mingled with the crowd.
The only reason why Ferdinand Magellan could claim to be the first man to sail across all of the world's meridians was because Christopher Columbus had chosen to swim.
All hail the speech. We quit this other home, / and leaving here a handful on the shore, / spread sail and scour with hollow keel the foam.
But Venus round them on the way / wrapt a thick mist, a mantle of dark air, / that none should see them, none should touch nor stay, / nor, urging idle questions, breed delay.
Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek.
No longer tarrying; to our oars we lean. / Down drop the sails; in order ranged, each crew / flings up the foam to heaven, and sweeps the sparkling blue.
"Nay, when thy vessels, ranged upon her shore, / rest from the deep, and on the beach ye light / the votive altars, and the gods adore, / veil then thy locks, with purple hood bedight, / and shroud thy visage from a foeman's sight, / lest hostile presence, 'mid the flames divine, / break in, and mar the omen and the rite."
"As they, returning, sport with joyous cry, / and flap their wings and circle in the sky, / e'en so thy vessels and each late-lost crew / safe now and scatheless in the harbour lie, / or, crowding canvas, hold the port in view."
He spake, 'twas done; and Palinurus first / turns the prow leftward: to the left we ply / with oars and sail, and shun the rocks accurst.
Rich presents, too, he sends for, saved of old / from Troy, a veil, whose saffron edges shone / fringed with acanthus, glorious to behold, / a broidered mantle, stiff with figures wrought in gold. / Fair Helen's ornaments, from Argos brought, / the gift of Leda, when the Trojan shore / and lawless nuptials o'er the waves she sought.
And now the heaven rolled round. From ocean rushed / the Night, and wrapt in shadow earth and air / and Myrmidonian wiles. In silence hushed, / the Trojans through the city here and there, / outstretched in sleep, their weary limbs repair.
- Scarcely out of sight of the land of Sicily, they joyfully set sail on the deep, rushing into the salt spray with their bronze-capped prows, when Juno, cherishing her eternal wound in her breast, said to herself: "Am I vanquished, to give up on my plan, and unable to turn away the king of the Teucrians from Italy? Surely I am forbidden by the Fates."
- Scarce out of sight of Sicily, they set / their sails to sea, and merrily ploughed the main, / with brazen beaks, when Juno, harbouring yet / within her breast the ever-ranking pain, / mused thus: "Must I then from the work refrain, / nor keep this Trojan from the Latin throne, / baffled, forsooth, because the Fates constrain?"
We furl the sails, and shoreward row amain. / Eastward the harbour arches, scarce descried. / Two jutting rocks, by billows lashed in vain, / stretch out their arms the narrow mouth to hide. / Far back the temple stands, and seems to shun the tide.
Then to Anchises, as he bids us spread / the sails, with reverence speaks Apollo's seer, / "Far-famed Anchises, honoured with the bed / of haughty Venus, Heaven's peculiar care, / Twice saved from Troy! behold Ausonia there, / steer towards her coasts, yet skirt them; far away / that region lies, which Phoebus doth prepare. / Blest in thy son's devotion, take thy way. / Why should more words of mine the rising South delay?"