Singing
['sɪŋɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Sing
(-) a. & n. from Sing, v.
Checker: Muriel
Unserious Contents or Definition
To hear singing in your dreams, betokens a cheerful spirit and happy companions. You are soon to have promising news from the absent. If you are singing while everything around you gives promise of happiness, jealousy will insinuate a sense of insincerity into your joyousness. If there are notes of sadness in the song, you will be unpleasantly surprised at the turn your affairs will take. Ribald songs, signifies gruesome and extravagant waste.
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Examples
- The singing arrows that destroyed the army of Crassus came, it would seem, originally from the Altai and the Tian Shan. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- Oh, I do not mind singing, said Caliphronas, going to the piano; if the words of my songs were translated, you would find them very harmless. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- Becky was singing a snatch of the song of the night before; a hoarse voice shouted Brava! William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- It was a child singing a merry, lightsome air; there was no other sound. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Den Uncle Peter mus'n't sit in it, cause he al'ays hitches when he gets a singing. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- I got into the cab and gave the driver the address of Simmons, one of the men I knew who was studying singing. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- She was very fond of singing. Jane Austen. Emma.
- The rope sped with singing whir high above the heads of the blacks. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- He had come back from singing in Piacenza. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I have none o' yer bawling, praying, singing niggers on my place; so remember. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- I've a singing in my head, and I cannot hear. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- The launch twanged and hooted, somebody was singing. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Not in a dishonourable way, Wegg, because you was singing to the butcher; and you wouldn't sing secrets to a butcher in the street, you know. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- We were eating at the inn from where the buses leave and the room was crowded and people were singing and there was difficulty serving. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- Horsemen were streaming off in every direction, and the clatter of empty wagons being driven off almost drowned the sound of that terrible singing. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
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