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- v. Present participle of glint.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- adj. having brief brilliant points or flashes of light.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. Same as glint.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- adj. having brief brilliant points or flashes of light
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Today's return to red, wind-chapped hands stiffly clenched around the umbrella handle seemed fitting, as Edward and I wandered the deserted park that's looking a bit the way I imagine Times Square might on New Year's Day -- forlorn, with evidence of the midnight celebrations still scattered about, lingering confetti glinting from the sidewalks, on building walls, and adorning the odd mail box -- minus the shards of broken beer bottles.
Still lifting his gaze to her high-piled hair, he again saw, but more pronounced, the bronze note glinting from the brown-golden hair.
I became a short story writer instead of continuing as a poet when I saw that Scalapino called her glinting narratives poems.
Tamis wheeled back in something close to blind fury, her short sword glinting in the light.
Caswallon hurdled a fallen tree, his own short sword glinting in the dying light.
Around the clearing they darted, the sword glinting in the waning light of the moon, the blade slicing the air, the dark shape's bladelike claws flashing past.
The jar was packed to the brim with gold, a mass of coin glinting under the light.
That's why the killer bounce-and-rebound in Mario is a thousand times more satisfying than bottom-stomping baddies in a dozen other platformers, and why slicing enemies into chunks in Ninja Gaiden, screaming down out of the sky, dragon sword glinting in the neon and cherry blossom, is just more effective and exhilarating than chopping up chumps in other fighting games.
"Noo!" was whispered close to his ear; and, "glinting" along the barrel, after fixing the sight right upon the animal's flank, Max drew the trigger, felt as if some one had struck him a violent blow in the shoulder, and then lay there on his chest, gazing at a cloud of smoke and listening to the rolling echoes as they died away.
It was curious how Eleanor's eye met it; how her eye roved over Mrs. Caxton's face and looked into her quiet grey eyes, with a kind of glinting of some spirit fire within, which could almost be seen to play and flicker as thought and feeling swayed to and fro.