Thrilled

Examples

• The heart was thrilled, the mind astonished, by the power of the preacher: neither were softened. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• When she sang, every note thrilled in his dull soul, and tingled through his huge frame. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Little did my poor aunt imagine what a gush of devout thankfulness thrilled through me as she approached the close of her melancholy story. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• As he came into the circle of dim light which enables me to see him more clearly I was thrilled with horror at his appearance. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a caress. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• He saw a slave before him in that simple yielding faithful creature, and his soul within him thrilled secretly somehow at the knowledge of his power. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• It thrilled him with a great dread of discovery; but the man went on. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• The unerring instinct of nature thrilled its recognition. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• The tone was peculiar; my veins thrilled; he saw me shiver. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• The Gazette first published the result of the two battles; at which glorious intelligence all England thrilled with triumph and fear. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• It lay like a snowflake; it thrilled like lightning. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• I remembered the dark monk, and floating figures of The Italian, and how my boyish blood had thrilled at the description. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• She felt Birkin looking at her, as if he were jealous of her, and her breasts thrilled, her veins were all golden. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• My heart is mute,--my heart is mute, I answered, struck and thrilled. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The touch of her hand, the moving softness of her look, thrilled a vulnerable fibre in Rosedale. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• And he mentioned a name that thrilled me--a name that, in those dayscould thrill Europe. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• I now clapped my hands in sudden joy--my pulse bounded, my veins thrilled. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Suddenly it stood still to an inexpressible feeling that thrilled it through, and passed at once to my head and extremities. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Her soul thrilled with complete knowledge. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• She had spoken in the clearest of tones, neither fast nor loud; but her silver accents thrilled the ear. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.

Typist: Ruth