Its garments, too, glistened so much the brighter with an illusory magnificence.
Mother Rigby stood at the threshold, well pleased to see how the sunbeams glistened on him, as if all his magnificence were real, and how diligently and lovingly he smoked his pipe, and how handsomely he walked, in spite of a little stiffness of his legs.
Others polished the blade until all the rust was removed and it glistened
like burnished silver.
No; it was not her hair: it was a black stream of something oozing from her basket, and it glistened
like a slimy snake in the cold still rays of the moon.
The dripping leaves and branches, and the moist petals of gorgeous flowers glistened
in the splendor of the returning day.
The cascades, somewhat rebellious nymphs though they were, poured forth their waters brighter and clearer than crystal: they scattered over the bronze triton and nereids their waves of foam, which glistened
like fire in the rays of the sun.
The earth in the kitchen garden looked wet and black and glistened
like poppy seed and at a short distance merged into the dull, moist veil of mist.
Her eyes glistened
with admiration when he told her of his adventures, especially of how he went to and fro between the island and the Gardens in the Thrush's Nest.
Indeed, they were a pretty sight, and glistened
under the sunlight like spun silver.
His face was ghastly pale; his eyes were fixed upon the ground; his teeth clenched: his forehead glistened
with the dews of agony.
For it struck him that at that spot--a corner of the Weir--something glistened
, which did not move and come over with the glistening water-drops, but remained stationary.
I would paint her the life and joy of the fire-side circle and the lively summer group; I would follow her through the sultry fields at noon, and hear the low tones of her sweet voice in the moonlit evening walk; I would watch her in all her goodness and charity abroad, and the smiling untiring discharge of domestic duties at home; I would paint her and her dead sister's child happy in their love for one another, and passing whole hours together in picturing the friends whom they had so sadly lost; I would summon before me, once again, those joyous little faces that clustered round her knee, and listen to their merry prattle; I would recall the tones of that clear laugh, and conjure up the sympathising tear that glistened
in the soft blue eye.
The neighbouring stream sparkled, and rolled onward with a tuneful sound; the dew glistened
on the green mounds, like tears shed by Good Spirits over the dead.
Walking hand-in-hand together on the slopes of Moel Fammau Looking down upon the plain, where the red, Red roofs of Ruthin brightly glistened
in the sunshine and the rain Oft times slipping on the carpet sheep-cropped green in lambent light Enchanted by the rain drops on the bracken And the heather, myriad diamonds sparkling bright We were nineteen, we were in love but that Long since magic morning will not ever come again For I am here but you are gone though thememories linger on When we wandered through the bracken going down into the plain And the red, red roofs of Ruth in brightly glistened
in the sunshine and the rain.
on their beards and their beautiful vestments.