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  • v. Present participle of crick.


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  • Each one could recall the times we would slump in on our visits, and Cheryl would listen, then relate some seemingly unrelated tale of the crickets telling the temperature by the speed of their cricking, or the huckleberry branches growing through the undergrowth to reach that spot of light in the dark woods.

    No One Thought

  • Crickets crackling through the night crickets cricking with all their might crickets

    Wind Chimes

  • Cricket bi racket making noise whole evening cricket cricking with possesses their might cricket dull-wittedness and the strange roar cricket causes me long … Sound

    Wind Chimes

  • He could only lie there and listen to the breeze moving the leaves outside and the cricking of the crickets and the small sharp sounds of the house contracting as the night cooled it from the outside in.


  • Pope-Hennessy himself, in his waffling way, implies that we've been idiots, alternately cricking and bowing our necks.

    Cleaning the Sistine Ceiling

  • Their instinct might be trusted: so, no more classical concerts and music-lessons; no more getting Lycidas by heart; no more Bædeker; no more cricking one's neck in the Sistine Chapel: unless the coloured gentleman who leads the band at the Savoy has a natural leaning towards these things you may depend upon it they are noble, pompous, and fraudulent.

    Since Cézanne

  • Down into the depths of gorges he led us, through ferny nooks, and over the sandy stretches at the base of the mighty clefts through which the river flows; and as we rode, he had us leaning back in our saddles, in danger of cricking our necks, to look up at lofty heights above us, until

    We of the Never-Never

  • Close by them the odd man was strutting in stiff, ungainly attitudes, cricking his neck and elbows, and tossing up his toes.

    The Field of Clover

  • And there in the face of day O'Hara sat on the thwart, tugging like mad, now cricking his neck almost to stare up at the cliff, and now grinning down at me in silly triumph.

    The White Wolf and Other Fireside Tales

  • I adventured into the observation-car, of which institution I had so often heard Americans speak with pride, and speculated why, here as in all other cars, the tops of the windows were so low that it was impossible to see the upper part of the thing observed (roofs, telegraph-wires, tree-foliage, hill-summits, sky) without bending the head and cricking the neck.

    Your United States Impressions of a first visit


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