Glittering

Examples

• Cold and glittering devils! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• But when I looked at my purchase, at home, where no glittering blades came into competition with it, I was astonished to see how handsome it was. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• There are diamonds glittering on the hand that holds the screen. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Their icy and glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• Shirley, Shirley, I should have liked to speak one word to him before he went, she murmured, while the tears gathered glittering in her eyes. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• As the years went on, she lost more and more count of the world, she seemed rapt in some glittering abstraction, almost purely unconscious. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• It might pass for the present, he said; but he would yet see me glittering like a parterre. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• No gleam of fire, no glittering shower of sparks, no roar of bellows; all shut up, and still. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• A supper-table, glittering with plate and cut glass, was set out, on whose arrangements our former friend, old Chloe, was presiding. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• These seldom injure the brilliancy, as they are often a glittering silver color, more brilliant than the diamond. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• Mr. Moore, while enjoying the genial glow, kept his eyes directed towards the glittering brasses on the shelf above. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• The next moment I sat in a cold, glittering salon, with porcelain stove, unlit, and gilded ornaments, and polished floor. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• He had glittering eyes,--small, keen, and black,--and thin wide mottled lips. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• There was the sun; there were the glittering waters of the bay; there was old Betteredge, advancing nearer and nearer to me. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Then she rose up with the queerest expression of victorious mischief glittering in her green eyes. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.

Typist: Manfred