Vanishing, or apt to vanish or be dissipated, like vapor; passing away; fleeting: as, the pleasures and joys of life are evanescent.We cannot approach beauty. Its nature is, like opaline doves' neck lustres, hovering and evanescent.Emerson, Essays, 1st ser., p. 162.In 1604 the astronomer Kepler … saw, between Jupiter and Saturn, a new, brilliant, evanescent star. Harper's Mag., LXXVI. 169.He [Wordsworth] seems to have caught and fixed forever in immutable grace the most evanescent and intangible of our intuitions, the very ripple-marks on the remotest shores of being. Lowell, Among my Books, 2d ser., p. 243.
Lessening or lessened beyond the reach of perception; impalpable; imperceptible. The difference between right and wrong, in some petty cases, is almost evanescent.Wollaston.It is difficult to define what is so evanescent, so impalpable, so chimerical, so unreal. Sumner, True Grandeur of Nations.
In natural history, unstable; unfixed; hence, uncertain; unreliable: applied to characters which are not fixed or uniformly present, and therefore are valueless for scientific classification.
There was an inexpressible pleasure (airy and evanescent, gone in a moment if he dwelt upon it too thoughtfully, but very sweet) to Middleton's imagination, in this idea.
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Sketches and Studies
Evidently he knew him self, and even in his brief experience with the world he understood how uncertain and evanescent are the winds of Fame.
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Theodore Roosevelt An Intimate Biography
They were evanescent, and, like a thunder-storm, seemed only to clear the atmosphere for the display of beautiful weather.
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The Memories of Fifty Years
It is held by some that one of the best means of giving the sense of a little fixity to lives that are but as the evanescent fabric of a dream and the shadow of smoke, is to secure stability of topographical centre by abiding in the same house.
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Diderot and the Encyclopaedists
No one who had seen her at home could ever forget the splendid vision, and the last time I ever saw her, so far as I remember, was in summer time, when she and her two daughters, all in white muslin, like creatures of another world, evanescent, translucent, stood in the doorway to say good-by to me.
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The Autobiography of a Journalist