Beamed

Examples

• He beamed on her from the drawing-room door--magnificent, with ambrosial whiskers, like a god. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• The maniac became composed; his person rose higher; authority beamed from his countenance. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• She was not surprised by the result, but she was happy in it, and her face beamed brightly. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• Mr. Pickwick expressed his heartfelt delight at every additional suggestion; and his eyes beamed with hilarity and cheerfulness. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I had wakened the glow: his features beamed. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The house was an old-fashioned, wide-spread, oak-beamed brick building, with a fine lime-lined avenue leading up to it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• His lady-love beamed upon him from a sphere above his own: he could not come near her; he was not certain that he could win from her a look. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• A soft, expressive ray from her eye beamed on the real Robert. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Mr. Tousley bowed and beamed. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• John did not find Meg's beauty diminished, though she beamed at him from behind the familiar coffee pot. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Old Catherine beamed on him approvingly. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• This sight had an instantaneous effect on Raymond; his eyes beamed with tenderness, and remorse clothed his manners with earnestness and truth. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• A calm enjoyment of a calm existence beamed in drowsy smiles on her plump, placid face. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• A flicker of her eye beamed furtive on the professor's face. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• How her eyes beamed upon all of them! William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Mrs. van der Luyden beamed on her with the smile of Esther interceding with Ahasuerus; but her husband raised a protesting hand. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• The Duke beamed on the group, and Madame Olenska advanced with a murmur of welcome toward the queer couple. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• The ungainly piece of honesty beamed and blushed as he said it, quite enraptured with the remembrance of having been serviceable. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• He comforted her; he instilled into her his own hopes and desires; and soon her countenance beamed with sympathy. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• He beamed on us with his beautiful smile; he held out a hand to my aunt, and a hand to me. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• When she at last met Mr. Moore, her countenance beamed. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• But happily for her, she was quite complacent again now and beamed with nods and smiles. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.

Typed by Elvin