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(imp. & p. p.) of Shine
(-) imp. & p. p. of Shine.
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pa.t. and pa.p. of shine.
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- Three yellow squares of light shone above us in the gathering gloom. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- His eyes shone, and his cheek was flushed with the exhilaration of the master workman who sees his work lie ready before him. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- The spire of Evian shone under the woods that surrounded it, and the range of mountain above mountain by which it was overhung. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Donnez-moi la main, said he, and the spite and jealousy melted out of his face, and a generous kindliness shone there instead. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- His face shone with a certain luminous pleasure. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- An unmistakable delight shone forth from the blue eyes that met his, and the radiance seemed to light up all his future with mild sunshine. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- The stars are shining as they shone above the turret-leads at Chesney Wold. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- A dim light shone at intervals from some bed-room window; and the hoarse barking of dogs occasionally broke the silence of the night. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- Again the moon shone with faint luminosity on his white wet figure, on the stooping back and the rounded loins. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Dorothea wondered; but the smile was irresistible, and shone back from her face too. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- The moonlight shone directly upon Venn's face as he spoke, and revealed all its lines to Eustacia. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- THE stars still shone brightly when I awoke, and Taurus high in the southern heaven shewed that it was midnight. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Perdita looked at him like one amazed; her expressive countenance shone for a moment with tenderness; to see him only was happiness. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- He saw the twin circles of light where the sun shone on the propellers as they came. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- The Moslem ranks were full of believers before whom shone victory or paradise. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- Their icy and glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- He was little, lame, and pale; his large eyes shone somewhat languidly in a wan orbit. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- The broad pavement in front shone pale also; it gleamed as if some spell had transformed the dark granite to glistering Parian. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Was there no party of her own, in other times, on which the stars had shone? Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- The lamp placed against the post by Clym still shone across the water, and the reddleman observed something floating motionless. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Entering the gate and passing the shrubs, the silhouette of a house rose to view, black, low, and rather long; but the guiding light shone nowhere. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- But the sun shone brightly, and the birds sang on. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- His love for his wife and his trust in her shone in his features. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- The news itself shone from her with a light that was not of this world. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- The light shone on their hats. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- The Fellow of No Delicacy If Sydney Carton ever shone anywhere, he certainly never shone in the house of Doctor Manette. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- The wind ceased, the sun shone forth--nature smiled once more. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- The fire shone clear, but the lamp stood on the table unlitand tea was not yet brought up. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- We would have shone at a wake, but not at anything more festive. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- Having lighted their cigars, they leaned out of this window, smoking, and looking down at the moonlight, as it shone into the court below. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
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