Stirred

Examples

• The sight stirred Lily with an irresistible sense of triumph. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• New life stirred in every pulse. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• The two visits had stirred her into restlessness. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• My godmother, too, sat so near, that, had I leaned forward, my breath might have stirred the ribbon of her bonnet. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• His honest eyes fire up, and sparkle, as if their depths were stirred by something bright. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• I hate my room at Aunt Julia's--so I came here---- She stirred suddenly, broke from her apathy, and clung to Gerty in a fresh burst of fear. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• This slight sense of romance stirred her like an intoxicant. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• She went into the kitchen, and stirred up the fire, and lighted the house, and prepared for the wanderer's refreshment. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• I was beginning to feel sleepy again, when Penelope's next words stirred me up. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Mr. Franklin again--surely, you will say, Mr. Franklin stirred the company up into making a pleasant evening of it? Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Spanish brown stirred in will make red-pink, more or less deep, according to quantity. William K. David. Secrets of Wise Men, Chemists and Great Physicians.
• And he stirred it and he tasted it; not with a spoon that was brought to him, but with a file. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• When they were silent again, nothing stirred in the stillness but the bubble and the crackle of the flames. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Presently in the fourth and fifth centuries the weather grew drier and the grass became scanty, and the nomads stirred afresh. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• Rosamond too was still under the power of that same past, and her husband was still in part the Lydgate whose approval had stirred delight. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Our geographical isolation preserves us from any vivid sense of national contrast: our imaginations are not stirred by different civilizations. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
• A vacuum is produced in this reservoir by the use of an air pump, while the acid is being constantly stirred. William Henry Doolittle. Inventions in the Century.
• The fountain of my filial affection was stirred to its profoundest depths, and I gave way to tumultuous emotion. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Nothing in her cherished affection in me, made me better, gentler; she only stirred my brain and whetted my acuteness. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• No; moonlight was still, and this stirred; while I gazed, it glided up to the ceiling and quivered over my head. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The creature moaned feebly when I looked at it and called to it, but never stirred. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• All Europe and America, stirred by the first promise of a new age, was waiting for him. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• Holmes stirred for the first time. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Up flew the bright sparks in myriads as the logs were stirred. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Sergeant Cuff's immovable eyes never stirred from off her face. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Thereupon he stirred the fire, and sat down on one side of it. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• In the deepest fountain of my heart the pulses were stirred; around, above, beneath, the clinging Memory as a cloak enwrapt me. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• There was a dull sound of falling water not far off; and the leaves of the old tree stirred gently in the night wind. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: 'Come, it's late. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• Closer and closer I came to it, but I had crossed but little more than half the chamber when the figure stirred, and, as I sprang, rose and faced me. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.

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