Slanting
['slæntɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Slant
(a.) Oblique; sloping.
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Synonyms and Synonymous
a. Inclining, sloping, oblique, slant.
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Examples
- Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Permit me, sir--if you hold the card a little slanting, this way, you catch the light upon the up-stroke. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- By this time the moon had stolen round to the terrace, and soft, mysterious rays of light were slanting already across the lower end of the room. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Light falling in a slanting direction is partly reflected and partly enters the stone; that part which enters is refracted or bent and causes the internal brilliancy. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of a hill, with grass and some leaves slanting as if by a breeze. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- They looked up at the long, low house, dim and glamorous in the wet morning, its cedar trees slanting before the windows. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- To overcome this difficulty skew bridges were designed, that crossed roads and canals in slanting directions. Frederick C. Bakewell. Great Facts.
- The clouds had parted--the slanting light fell mellow over the hills. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- The desk was closed, but on its slanting lid lay two letters which he took up. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- In the position in which I stood, my shadow was projected in front of me by the last slanting rays of the sun. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- They used to come down in long bright slanting rows, and say all together, “Who is this in pain! Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- The early sunset was slanting across the park. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Then he crept to the door of the bedroom, and stood with slanting head listening intently. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- O my blessed children, come back in the long bright slanting rows, and come for her, not me. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
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