a-gleam

Yes, there on the path, latticed by branches, I discovered two knights at combat, lances extended, banners waving, polished armor a-gleam.

VII Kyle Muntz 2010

She was reclining on a blanket at the door of the wickiup, on one elbow, that sturdy little brown body a-gleam in the fireglow as though it had been oiled, and not a stitch on except for the patterned head-band above the cinnamon eyes that gleamed like hot coals, and the tight white leggings that came up to her hips.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

There was a brief interval of whispering, and Pork entered, his usual dignity gone, his eyes rolling and his white teeth a-gleam.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

There was a brief interval of whispering, and Pork entered, his usual dignity gone, his eyes rolling and his white teeth a-gleam.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

There was a brief interval of whispering, and Pork entered, his usual dignity gone, his eyes rolling and his white teeth a-gleam.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

There was a brief interval of whispering, and Pork entered, his usual dignity gone, his eyes rolling and his white teeth a-gleam.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

There was a brief interval of whispering, and Pork entered, his usual dignity gone, his eyes rolling and his white teeth a-gleam.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

I said Hardinge didn't seem to think so, and he snorted and said Hardinge was an ass, and a puffed-up snob who had no use for politicals — but never mind that, I must tell him all about Lahore, every word, and down he plumped on my charpoy, * (* Native bed.) spectacles a-gleam, to hear it.

Flashman and the Mountain of Light Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1990

I said Hardinge didn't seem to think so, and he snorted and said Hardinge was an ass, and a puffed-up snob who had no use for politicals - but never mind that, I must tell him all about Lahore, every word, and down he plumped on my charpoy, * (* Native bed.) spectacles a-gleam, to hear it.

Flashman And The Mountain Of Light Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1990

She was reclining on a blanket at the door of the wickiup, on one elbow, that sturdy little brown body a-gleam in the fireglow as though it had been oiled, and not a stitch on except for the patterned head-band above the cinnamon eyes that gleamed like hot coals, and the tight white leggings that came up to her hips.

Flashman and The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982