Far aloft, over the Altar of the Fatherland, on their tall crane standards of iron, swing pensile our antique Cassolettes or Pans of Incense; dispensing sweet incense-fumes[.]

My men carried Shafi away on a khatiya.

In the crusader theology, the two swords were totally united and not divided as Bernard would have it.

The trumpet blaring in my ears gave me a headache.