Example sentences of "with [pos pn] [noun] [verb] [prep] " in BNC.

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1 And that tuned in well with my inclinations to look for formal qualities and make more or less abstract patterns out of nature .
2 But when Siegfried drove away , the activity stopped abruptly and as I was leaving with my pockets stuffed with the equipment for my round I glanced into the sitting room and saw the young man stretched in his favourite chair .
3 This seemed very Californian ; assuming the Peace Position with my llama grazing by my side .
4 I try the rig through various sets of speakers — Celestions , EVs and JBL studio monitors , etc. — and obviously the results vary accordingly , but I end up with my tone controls on 4 , 3 , 3 and 4 , while arriving at a Moore-ish/Beck-ish/Clapton-ish sound .
5 I grab the butt , with my fingers curled around the reel seating , and strike .
6 But later a friend pointed out that , knowing me , I was probably sitting hunched up , with my arms crossed over my fat belly , fiddling with my wedding ring .
7 As he lay , with my arms wrapped around his body , I brought down my head hard on his face , and drew a lot of blood from him .
8 I sit with my arms wrapped around the chrome railing and my bare heels gripping the sides .
9 I 'm left staring at it with my adrenalin draining into the floorboards , and though I wish she 'd let me take them I find I 'm getting bored .
10 I found I was outside the tent , standing up with my jacket clutched to me , the better to see them .
11 With my finances stretched to the limit because I had committed myself to spending all of that May in the Highlands , I drove back to the pub in Glenelg to consider it .
12 So it was just My mother used to see me across the road with my shilling to pay for my pinny .
13 That morning , as I lay with my teeth chattering in anticipation on the wooden floor of the supply hut , I heard five more explosions .
14 The forthcoming debate promised to be a highly uncomfortable occasion with my defence alternating between ‘ no decisions have been taken ’ and ‘ wait and see ’ .
15 I had been the last to get on at the previous station , so I was standing with my back wedged against the window .
16 I felt and slid my arms under Harry 's and with my feet slipping on the muddy bottom yanked him upwards as fiercely as I could and found him still stuck and yanked again twice more with increasing desperation until finally whatever had been holding him released its grasp and he came shooting to the surface , only to begin falling sluggishly back again as a dead weight .
17 With my feet frozen to the floor , I followed the red lights in the sky until they both disappeared and the two loud bangs which followed signified that they too had come down heavily somewhere .
18 So gripped did I become with my inability to proceed at one point , that I almost became benighted through ignoring what was literally a keyhole through the rock .
19 Kneeling , with my head bent over the lavatory , it was some time before I realised this sickness was not a thing I could throw up .
20 With my head bent over the sink I had plenty of time to work out my options .
21 I protested , but only weakly ; I was hysterical , and , I suppose , rather excited too : even when he had me down on the floor , jammed in an uncomfortable position with my head stuck between the pedestal of the wash basin and a slimy floor cloth someone had left lying against the wall , I could still do nothing but laugh .
22 At first it was part of a dream , which vanished as soon as I woke and knew that I was alone on the broch island , lying on the turf in a sleeping-bag , with my head pillowed on my rolled-up sweater , but seemingly connected with the earth itself , from which , apparently right below my head , came a sound every bit as strange as the mermaids ' song of the seals .
23 we went to Ascot with my dad standing at the bar all day , we watched
24 ‘ I fell in love with my wife dancing to Rod 's hit Maggie May , ’ said Mr Bennet , 42 , of Glasgow .
25 Following the path with my thoughts wallowing in nostalgia , I soon found myself back where I started and crashing into the people I had heard through the mist .
26 As I stood with my hands resting on the stone of the bridge , the door of the hotel was again thrown open .
27 I was used to riding with my reins hanging in festoons .
28 I would stand on the doorstep waiting to pick up the children with my ex-wife sneering at me .
29 If anyone had seen me bent over a motorbike with my ear pressed to the back of a Transit van outside the Barbican that morning , probably nobody would have looked twice .
30 With my burdens lying against the brickwork of the bridge , I walk on along the same narrow path that now begins to climb the side of a rather bald looking hill .
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