Definitions

from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License

  • adv. While hovering; so as to hover.

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

  • adv. In a hovering manner.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • In a hovering manner.

Etymologies

hovering +‎ -ly (Wiktionary)

Examples

  • A Sister appeared at the door of the ward and seeing us together paused hoveringly.

    The Red Planet

  • Rising from the thick moss and jgrass which quilted over the grave of 'th' owld Squire, 'Maryllia's father, the bird soared hoveringly aloft into the sun-warmed February air, -- and by one common impulse the villagers looked up, watching the quivering of its wings.

    God's Good Man

  • The morning mists rose hoveringly, paused awhile, and then lightly rolled away, disclosing one picture after another of exquisite sylvan beauty, -- every living thing took up anew its burden of work and pleasure for the day, and

    The Treasure of Heaven A Romance of Riches

  • At the same moment a number of other faces and forms shone hoveringly out of the Ring; one I noticed like an exquisitely lovely woman, with floating hair and clear, earnest, unfathomable eyes.

    A Romance of Two Worlds

  • Flora, closest by, sprang crouching to the rescue, but recoiled as the kneeling girl leaned hoveringly over the mementos and with distended eyes and an arm thrust forward cried aloud, "No! No! No-o!"

    Kincaid's Battery

  • When the surveyor returned to the rear train, Claude was in a corner seat gazing pensively through the window and out across the wide, backward-flying, purpling green cane-fields of St. Mary, to where on the far left the live-oaks of Bayou Teche seemed hoveringly to follow on the flank of their whooping and swaggering railway-train.

    Bonaventure A Prose Pastoral of Acadian Louisiana

  • "Is it so?" asked the old soldier, as his hand hoveringly passed above the coins.

    What Will He Do with It? — Volume 03

  • The long windows were open -- the warm spring sunlight lay like a filmy veil of woven gold on the tender green of the young grass, birds sung for joy and flitted from branch to branch, now poising hoveringly above their nests, now soaring with all the luxury of perfect liberty into the high heaven of cloudless blue -- the great creamy buds of the magnolia looked ready to burst into wide and splendid flower between their large, darkly shining leaves, the odor of violets and primroses floated on every delicious breath of air, and round the wide veranda the climbing white china roses had already unfurled their little crumpled rosette-like blossoms to the balmy wind.

    Vendetta: a story of one forgotten

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