Gazing
[geiziŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Gaze
Editor: Percival
Examples
- I sat gazing at him, spell-bound. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- He had risen from his chair and was standing between the parted blinds gazing down into the dull neutral-tinted London street. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- I remained in a recess of the rock, gazing on this wonderful and stupendous scene. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- The two ladies, their brother, Mr. St. John, the old servant, were all gazing at me. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- That moon, lately risen, was gazing full and mild upon her. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- She is very beautiful, said Maurice, gazing longingly at this modern Helen. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- Miss Keeldar sat near--for a wonder, neither laughing nor talking; on the contrary, very still, and gazing round her vigilantly. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Must we continue to muddle along in the old ruts, gazing rapturously at an impotent ideal, until the works of the scientists are matured? Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- The tender compassion of Jesus is recalled and relied on; the faded eye, gazing beyond time, sees a home, a friend, a refuge in eternity. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- She rose, and walking across the floor stood gazing at herself for a long time in the brightly-lit mirror above the mantel-piece. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- After gazing at her in silence, Mrs Clennam turned to Rigaud. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- They stood there so still, gazing upon her, that even the ticking of the watch seemed too loud. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Yes, Uncle Tom, it really begins to look beautiful, said Eva, gazing delightedly on it. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- At what are you gazing now? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- She was up from the truckle-bed directly, wildly feeling about her for her basket, and gazing at him in affright. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Archer remained motionless, gazing at the upper windows as if the end of their pilgrimage had been attained. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- Mr. Lorry held it open in his hand, gazing in his earnest face. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- As I turned away I saw Holmes, with his back against a rock and his arms folded, gazing down at the rush of the waters. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- It chanced that Shirley, the moment before, had been gazing from a window down on the park. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- The snow was over, and a tingling wind had sprung up, that lashed his face as he stood gazing. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- He was gazing at her. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Her footsteps flagged, and she stood gazing listlessly ahead, digging the ferny edge of the path with the tip of her sunshade. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Well, said Mr. Rochester, gazing inquiringly into my eyes, how is my Janet now? Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- For some time they stood there gazing out upon the busy throng beneath, each wrapped in his own thoughts. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- From the outside, an astronomer gazing through a telescope is like a small boy looking through the same tube. John Dewey. Democracy and Education.
- She sate by the window on the little settle, sadly gazing out upon the gathering shades of night, which harmonised well with her pensive thought. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- She stood silent, gazing away from him down the autumnal stretch of the deserted lane. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- He stood grasping his light valise in one neatly gloved hand, and gazing anxiously, perplexedly, almost appealingly, into Archer's face. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- Mr. Bart dropped into a chair, and sat gazing absently at the fragment of jellied salmon which the butler had placed before him. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
Editor: Percival