Languid

Examples

• The weak and languid appearance of the troops, so visible before, disappeared at once. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
• Mr Wegg, in a languid transport, again dropped over on Mr Venus, and again recovering himself, masked his emotions with a sneeze. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• But in a moment she re-assumed her self-possession; and her languid eyes recovered their brilliancy. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• If I do come back, said he, forcing a languid smile, mind let me find you married, and rich enough to lend me an occasional hundred pounds or two. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Yes, she answered, laying down her work, which she had been carrying on with a languid semi-consciousness, most unlike her usual self. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• She looked languid, full of a suffering sweetness; she carried a scent-bottle in her hand. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Did his languid air attest that he also was struck with contagion? Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• It is almost too troublesome to her languid eyes to bestow a look upon him as she asks this question. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Marie lifted her large eyes on her cousin with an air of some curiosity, and received her with languid politeness. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• She listened with languid civility. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Besides them, there was but one other passenger--a young lady, whom a gentlemanly, though languid-looking man escorted. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• She looked as fresh as Shirley when both were dressed, only that Miss Keeldar's eyes were lively, and Miss Helstone's languid. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• In appearance he was a man of exceedingly aristocratic type, thin, high-nosed, and large-eyed, with languid and yet courtly manners. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• How languid their conversation the last evening of their being together! Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
• Of course you have seen my fire, she answered with languid calmness, artificially maintained. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• She lifted her head with the quick motion of revived sensation; she shot, not a languid, but a lifelike, questioning glance at Fanny. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• But it gets,' remarked Lightwood, with a languid inclination of the head, 'into excellent hands. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Too languid to sting, he had the more venom refluent in his blood. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• George had an air at once swaggering and melancholy, languid and fierce. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• There seems to be nothing there but languid and monotonous smoke. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• She pressed Mrs. Hale's soft languid hand; and rose up and went her way out of the house without seeing a creature. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• It was not, however, able to stop altogether the progress of these colonies, though it rendered it more slow and languid. Adam Smith. An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations.
• I visited Edinburgh with languid eyes and mind; and yet that city might have interested the most unfortunate being. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• And these were her longest speeches and clearest communications: the rest was only a languid Yes, yes; very well; did you? Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
• Slight exertion at this time left me overcome with fatigue--sleepless nights entailed languid days. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Half an hour followed that would have been at least languid under any other circumstances, but Fanny's happiness still prevailed. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
• These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with 'charming! Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• For whom everything must be languid and pretty. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• The facility takes off from the force of the passive habits by rendering the motion of the spirits faint and languid. David Hume. A Treatise of Human Nature.
• Theirs is the dewy bloom of morning, the languid flush of evening, the peace of the moon, the changefulness of clouds. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.

Edited by Allison