William Tell

in a sentence

William Tell was a good shot and put an arrow through an apple on his son's head.†  (source) Jack Gantos, Hole in My Life, 2002

The record contained the many overtures from Rossini's operas, including the most well-known The William Tell Overture.†  (source) Ben Carson, Gifted Hands, 1990

A cadet's definition of an intellectual is anyone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger.†  (source) Pat Conroy, The Lords of Discipline, 1980

Now and then, in the soft parts of Carmen or before the storm in William Tell-even during dramatic pauses in the speaking-Mrs. Ice Cream Rainey's voice could be heard quickly calling, "Ice cream?†  (source) Eudora Welty, The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty, 1955

His thirst was drunken, insatiate: he added to his hoard entire scenes from Schiller's Wilhelm Tell, which he read by himself in German; the lyrics of Heine, and several folk songs.†  (source) Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel, 1929

"What do you mean by the three-fold theme in "William Tell'?" says Kropp reminiscently, and roars with laughter.†  (source) Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front, 1929

It was very amusing but I did not like it nearly so well as "Wilhelm Tell."†  (source) Helen Keller, Story of My Life, 1903

Another tale tells of William Tell, who shot an arrow through an apple while standing on his son's head.†  (source) Richard Lederer, A Brief History of the World, 1917

I never lose a note of this opera if I can avoid it; the music of William Tell is so sweet.†  (source) Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo, 1846

Old William Tell, Old Shaw, the Life Guardsman!†  (source) Charles Dickens, Bleak House, 1853

Now and then, in the soft parts of Carmen or before the storm in William Tell —even during dramatic pauses in the speaking—Mrs.†  (source) Eudora Welty, The Golden Apples, 1949

Now and then, in the soft parts of Carmen or before the storm in William Tell —even during dramatic pauses in the speaking—Mrs.†  (source) Eudora Welty, June Recital, 1949

Warm lively hens cackled cheerfully throughout the morning neighborhood; powerful negroes brought dripping ice in iron talons from their smoking wagons; he stood beneath their droning saws and caught the flying ice-pulp in his hands; he drank in the combined odor of their great bodies together with the rich compost of the refrigeration, and the sharp oiliness of the dining-room linoleum; and in the horsehair walnut parlor at mid-day, good with the mellow piano-smell and the smell of stale varnished wood, she played for him, and made him sing: "William Tell,"†  (source) Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel, 1929