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- verb Present participle of
rhapsodise .
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Examples
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Being, strictly speaking, meaningless, the big society has defied public comprehension since the moment Cameron started rhapsodising about it in public in his Hugo Young lecture of 2009.
The 'big society' is collapsing under its inherent absurdity | Catherine Bennett 2011
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Samantha should put her foot down – it's only a matter of time before Cameron comes waving National Express coach tickets, rhapsodising about "the loveliness of a Wigan sunset or so my advisers tell me".
If you sleep with a man, trust him to take the pill | Barbara Ellen 2011
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It's a typically riotous mix of oompah music-hall cavortings, slurred-pitch Middle Eastern rhapsodising, luxuriously sensuous clarinet love-songs, and stormy collective blasts reminiscent of the 1960s John Coltrane quartet.
Gilad Atzmon Orient House Ensemble: The Tide Has Changed John Fordham 2010
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You will think me rhapsodising; but when I am out of doors, especially when I am sitting out of doors, I am very apt to get into this sort of wondering strain.
Mansfield Park 2004
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Sligniac has lent me, and where I now sit rhapsodising all these affairs. —
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Sligniac has lent me, and where I now sit rhapsodising all these affairs. —
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Ron was rhapsodising about his new broom to anybody who would listen.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Rowling, J. K. 2003
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"Why, this morning you were rhapsodising over the sea, and wishing you were able to spend your brief life afloat."
Bob Strong's Holidays Adrift in the Channel John B. [Illustrator] Greene
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In fact I was recently gratified to hear that the students of a Scots university were rhapsodising about it.
A Dominie in Doubt Alexander Sutherland Neill 1928
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So sitting, so rhapsodising, I began to hear presently another sound -- the rich, juicy munch-munch of jaws, a little blunted maybe, which yet, it seemed, could never cry Enough! to these sweet, succulent grasses.
Henry Brocken His Travels and Adventures in the Rich, Strange, Scarce-Imaginable Regions of Romance Walter De la Mare 1914
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