Gleaming
['ɡlimɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Gleam
Inputed by Donald
Examples
- Bright the carriage looked, sleek the horses looked, gleaming the harness looked, luscious and lasting the liveries looked. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- In humble obedience, when the button-gleaming Sloppy entered Mr Boffin said to him: 'Sloppy, my fine fellow, Mr Wegg is Master here. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- It was gleaming like fire, watching her, waiting for her to be aware. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- The gleaming blondness of his strange, imminent being put the father into a fever of fretful irritation. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Night was setting in, and its bleakness was enhanced by the contrast of the pictured fire glowing and gleaming in the window-pane. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- I saw ripe bilberries gleaming here and there, like jet beads in the heath: I gathered a handful and ate them with the bread. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- I see closed daisy-heads gleaming like pearls on some mounds. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- He put his hand to his mouth and threw his cigarette away, a gleaming point, into the unseen hedge. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- The gleaming eyes were fixed upon her in intent ferocity. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- The whiteness of the teeth is not that of ivory, but of the snowiest and most gleaming of china. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
- And behind them, over the edge of a low ridge, other eyes watched--close set, wicked eyes, gleaming beneath shaggy brows. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- Holmes sat in a great, old-fashioned chair, his inexorable eyes gleaming out of his haggard face. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- His eyes were lit up with intent lights, absorbed and gleaming. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Tarzan of the Apes went down beneath the great body of his enemy, but with gleaming knife drawn and striking home. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- Why wavest thou thy arms as ivory gleaming? Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
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