Sentences with phrase «sits upon the seas»

When the weather warms and no ice sits upon the seas, the sediment on the ocean floor is mainly organic: remains of plankton and diatoms.

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Mat 4:14 This was to fulfill what was spoken through Isaiah the prophet: Mat 4:15 «THE LAND OF ZEBULUN AND THE LAND OF NAPHTALI, BY THE WAY OF THE SEA, BEYOND THE JORDAN, GALILEE OF THE GENTILES — Mat 4:16 «THE PEOPLE WHO WERE SITTING IN DARKNESS SAW A GREAT LIGHT, AND THOSE WHO WERE SITTING IN THE LAND AND SHADOW OF DEATH, UPON THEM A LIGHT DAWNED.»

A mountain pass leads to a valley with a river that flows to the sea upon which sits City A, and between that and City B lies a desert.

«and sat down to rest with an aking Heart, not SO much for fear of my Life, as for the Loss of my Fortune, though the Thumping of the Ship against the Rocks, and the Sea breaking violently upon us, the Sails fluttering with the Wind, and the ill Government of the Seamen, were enough to shock a stout hearted Man; so that I passed the remaining Part of the Night in melancholly Reflections» Uring made it to Half Moon Caye where he set up a base camp.

Bombay Beach, part of a body of work entitled, Greetings from the Salton Sea depicts the remains of a dilapidated turquoise bus sitting in a reddish brown foamy, soup - like substance with a rich blue background that lightens as the sky descends upon the bus.

They included Christian Boltanski's sound installation of letters written by First World War servicemen, played as one sat upon a bench at the site where these men were shipped off to battle, staring out into the sea.

Completed in one sitting with no room for error, the process draws upon the gestural history of abstract expressionism, splaying broad color fields into an all - over sea of pattern.

The inaugural Triennial in 2008 brought together 22 works by significant artists, including Christian Boltanski's sound installation of letters of First World War servicemen being read as one sat upon a bench at the site where these men were shipped off to battle, staring out into the sea, and Tracey Emin's work «Baby Things» — a spattering of bronze - cast baby clothes strewn across the city paying homage to the vast number of teenage mothers that inhabit these seaside towns such as Folkestone, and Margate, Emin's notorious hometown.

I know that tornadoes dot the German Rhine where no tornadoes were seen before, I know hurricanes on the Eastern seaboard are behaving differently, I know that Crete was so dry when I saw it that I couldn't imagine olive trees growing there without irrigation, I know that our highways are a half kilometer wide and countless kilometers long, with thousands upon thousands of idling cars sitting on them, ten times a week for as long as I've been alive, and I know that sea captains don't want to traverse the Indian ocean because the almanacs are no longer reasonable guides to chart how long a given voyage from one port to the next might take.