weather-cock

She did not prevaricate to see which way the wind blew, allowing the weather-cock to govern what she would do today and tomorrow, teaching us that to be truly human is to be loyal to principled behaviour.

Oration of the President of The African National Congress, Thabo Mbeki, at the funeral of Adelaide Tambo 2007

The clock in the church-tower, buried in trees on the edge of the park, only its golden weather-cock catching the light, was striking six, and the sound came gently beating down the wind.

Lost Hearts by M. R. James | Solar Flare: Science Fiction News 2004

His face was distorted, and his head seemed to turn about upon his neck, like a weather-cock in

Pamela 2006

You lean from the window, your last pipe reeking whitely into the darkness, your body full of delicious pains, your mind enthroned in the seventh circle of content; when suddenly the mood changes, the weather-cock goes about, and you ask yourself one question more: whether, for the interval, you have been the wisest philosopher or the most egregious of donkeys?

Virginibus Puerisque and other papers 2005

I saw him once since he got his commission, glittering with his gold lace like a new weather-cock on a Town Hall.

The Kellys and the O'Kellys 2004

The cottage on the rock was even smaller than the other; it had a wooden bolt instead of an iron lock to the door, a stone hearth, a flagstaff, and a weather-cock on the roof.

The Lilac Fairy Book 2003

October, the weather-cock creaked, and the storm was raging in every direction.

The Lilac Fairy Book 2003

I thought with joy of the barracks that I had just left and of their weather-cock turning with every wind that blew.

The Guermantes Way 2003

The tiles laid themselves in order on the roof, and when noon-day came, the great weather-cock was already turning itself on the summit of the tower, like a golden figure of the Virgin with fluttering garments.

Household Tales 2003

His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock, perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew.

The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon 2002