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  • v. Present participle of awake.


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  • But I was doomed to live; and, in two months, found myself as awaking from a dream, in a prison, stretched on a wretched bed, surrounded by gaolers, turnkeys, bolts, and all the miserable apparatus of a dungeon.

    Chapter 4

  • It opens simply, with small, sweet notes, awaking from a sleep, much as the game does; and it ends the same way, as the game always does.

    Darkesword – Ancient Hero « Morgan Dempsey

  • Old Yeller shook his head, as if awaking from a long sleep.

    The Ferrett, Making Children Happy Everywhere

  • In this period of life by the mysterious bond between the auditory channel and the motor channel of the spoken language it would seem that the auditory perceptions have the direct power of provoking the complicated movements of articulate speech which develop instinctively after such stimuli as if awaking from the slumber of heredity.

    The Montessori Method

  • A few heavy-winged insects, awaking from the frost of the night, droned over the piles of crushed winesaps, and she heard the sound as though it came to her across a distance of forty years.

    The Miller of Old Church

  • For there is a delight in awaking after a night in the open that the finest house in the world cannot give.

    A Little Bush Maid

  • I felt at the end as if awaking from a long, placid sleep.

    Selections from the Letters of Geraldine Endsor Jewsbury to Jane Welsh Carlyle

  • 'Dissenter?' echoed Esther, the word awaking a long train of old associations; and for a moment her thoughts wandered back to them.

    A Red Wallflower

  • Birds, too, awaking from a short winter's silence, pour forth their amorous lays, filling glade and grove with music, that does not end with the day; for the mock-bird, taking up the strain, carries it on through the hours of night; so well counterfeiting the notes of his fellow-songsters, one might fancy them awake -- still singing.

    The Death Shot A Story Retold

  • (This was when glad spring laughed in awaking pride;) "Aye, darkly lodged enough!" returned my sullen guide.

    Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell


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