Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
She meant what she said; she had no friends, but a long time ago, she'd had one whose family had a summer cottage near the coast.
They were some of the most ancient beings in the universe, those whose first war drove immortals out of their world and created the mortal world.
So he employed a wise man whose name was Al Farra to be their teacher.
A long time ago there lived a poor slave whose name was Aesop. He was a small man with a large head and long arms.
The educated man is the man whose expression is educated.
Whose child is it? they asked him.
But the fourth lawyer, whose name was Abraham Lincoln, stopped.
The vamp whose neck he held had a look of horror on its face, and the air around them buzzed with magic.
The man hiding in the corner of her mind, he whose death plagued Damian for thousands of years.
They'll die down there in the grass, said the third lawyer, whose name I forget.
It seemed to me that there could be nothing more beautiful than the sun, whose warmth makes all things grow.
There was once a caliph of Cordova whose name was Al Mansour.
I asked him whose subject he was, and he jabbered in his own way.
Once upon a time there was a famous Arab whose name was Al Mansur.
Parents whose children are in the military generally aren't the ones hawkishly pushing for war.
A gentleman in Philadelphia has just written to my teacher about a deaf and blind child in Paris, whose parents are Poles.
My "best" room, however, my withdrawing room, always ready for company, on whose carpet the sun rarely fell, was the pine wood behind my house.
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal.
Pierre wished to say something, looked at her with eyes whose strange expression she did not understand, and lay down again.
If it were a man whose existence thou didst doubt I could bring him to thee, could take him by the hand and show him to thee.
In front, at a weary gallop and using his leather whip, rode an officer, disheveled and drenched, whose trousers had worked up to above his knees.
She twisted in her chair to see a man near the dark windows whose eyes were the color of her bright purple Easter dress.
In 2005, rice became the first crop plant whose complete genome had been compiled.
Others there are whose hands have sunbeams in them, so that their grasp warms my heart.
A French gentleman, whose name I cannot remember, showed me the great French bronzes.
For Dr. Howe is the great pioneer on whose work that of Miss Sullivan and other teachers of the deaf-blind immediately depends.
I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.
Deliver me from a city built on the site of a more ancient city, whose materials are ruins, whose gardens cemeteries.
A blue-robed man, whose fittest roof is the overarching sky which reflects his serenity.
I know of those whose serene and wise speculations on this theme would soon reveal the limits of his mind's range and hospitality.
Pierre did not answer, but looked cordially into the Frenchman's eyes whose expression of sympathy was pleasing to him.
Pierre felt himself to be an insignificant chip fallen among the wheels of a machine whose action he did not understand but which was working well.
Through the smoke, as he approached the gate, Petya saw Dolokhov, whose face was of a pale-greenish tint, shouting to his men.
They can be connected to sensors whose sensitivity dwarfs anything a human can do.
Those plants of whose greenness withered we make herb tea for the sick serve but a humble use, and are most employed by quacks.
What right had the unclean and stupid farmer, whose farm abutted on this sky water, whose shores he has ruthlessly laid bare, to give his name to it?
"Health and happiness to her whose name day we are keeping and to her children," she said, in her loud, full-toned voice which drowned all others.
Halfway across stood Prince Nesvitski, who had alighted from his horse and whose big body was jammed against the railings.
"And then, old fellow, he gives him one in the teeth with the butt end of his gun..." a soldier whose greatcoat was well tucked up said gaily, with a wide swing of his arm.
"Don't kick up the dust, you infantry!" jested an hussar whose prancing horse had splashed mud over some foot soldiers.
"Whose company?" asked Prince Bagration of an artilleryman standing by the ammunition wagon.