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That same ability to sustain the smallest thread of pianissimo cast a chilling spell when, in "Die liebe Farbe", he shrouded his voice to sing of death while the superb Helmut Deutsch kept the millwheel turning in his beautifully sensitive, many-coloured accompaniment.

Nigel Kennedy/ Orchestra of Life; Sir Charles Mackerras Memorial Concert; Jonas Kaufmann Stephen Pritchard 2010

Devised by a renowned inventor, Liu Cheng-shih, the millwheel- shaped hydropower facility can generate electricity using the weak water flow in rice paddy irrigation systems, which would represent a new clean energy source suitable for agriculture and poultry farming.

Archive 2008-11-01 Michael Turton 2008

He didn't think he made a sound but Tenoctris, standing in the shelter of the great cypress-wood millwheel, turned and beckoned him urgently to join her.

Lord of the Isles 1997

"I think it was about there," Tenoctris called from the beside the millwheel, where she and Cashel had sheltered during the night to watch the drover.

Lord of the Isles 1997

The mill that grinds the grain is Christ symbolized by a millwheel marked with a cross, and the man receiving the flour is the Apostle St. Paul.

A Handbook of Symbols in Christian Art Gertrude Grace Sill 1975

The mill that grinds the grain is Christ symbolized by a millwheel marked with a cross, and the man receiving the flour is the Apostle St. Paul.

A Handbook of Symbols in Christian Art Gertrude Grace Sill 1975

Everything is going round and round in my head like a millwheel.

The French Immortals Series — Complete Various

Concrete abutments secured these timbers and linked the walls of stone with the huge gates opening into the millrace that fed the water to the ponderous undershot millwheel.

Boy Scouts of the Air on Lost Island Gordon Stuart

In the meanwhile a powerful electric searchlight had been brought over from the interurban tracks a scant mile west of the river line, and the millwheel had been shafted to the big dynamo and was generating current to flash dazzling rays of light across the water.

Boy Scouts of the Air on Lost Island Gordon Stuart

His forehead was wrinkled as with a great effort to remember something, but he could think of nothing but a huge millwheel turning under red, smooth waves.

Selected Polish Tales Else C. M. Benecke