The house and the Darzent ship were tiny blurs in the storm, three kilometers below.
"Evil Out of Onzar"
Mark Ganes
In their dark boats, where nothing stirs, Not even the red-flamed torch that blurs With halos huge, as if of blood.
"Poems of Emile Verhaeren"
Emile Verhaeren
But onwards Idas drove the chariot, ever faster and faster, until before the eyes of Marpessa the trees of the forest grew into blurs of blue and brown, and the streams and rivers as they flew past them were streaks of silver.
"A Book of Myths"
Jean Lang