Definitions

from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition

  • adj. Characterized by transparent clearness; pellucid. See Synonyms at clear.
  • adj. Easily intelligible; clear: writes in a limpid style.
  • adj. Calm and untroubled; serene.

from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License

  • adj. Clear, transparent or bright.

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

  • adj. Characterized by clearness or transparency; clear.
  • adj. Clear and unambiguous; lucid; easy to understand; -- of speech and writing.
  • adj. Calm, untroubled, and without worry; serene.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • Characterized by clearness or transparency; translucent; crystal-clear; lucid: as, a limpid stream; a limpid style.

from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.

  • adj. clear and bright
  • adj. transmitting light; able to be seen through with clarity
  • adj. (of language) transparently clear; easily understandable

Etymologies

Latin limpidus.
(American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition)
From Latin limpidus. (Wiktionary)

Examples

  • Shields shares with fellow Canadian Alice Munro not only her Ontario milieu but also a gift for psychological acuity expressed in limpid, shimmering prose.

    Unless: Summary and book reviews of Unless by Carol Shields.

  • Not content with appropriating to their own use the goods of others, they from mere wantonness spoiled what they did not use, so as to be of no use to the owners. deep waters -- that is, "limpid," as deep waters are generally clear.

    Commentary Critical and Explanatory on the Whole Bible

  • I'm learning english, but your mistake in "limpid" made me doubt, and that only answer I got wrong.

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  • Could this, then, be the firm-poised, Christ-like man I had known, with pure, limpid eyes and a gaze steady and unfaltering as his soul?

    Chapter 12: The Bishop

  • She leaned toward him, entreaty in her eyes, and as he looked at her delicate face and into her pure, limpid eyes, as of old he was struck with his own unworthiness.

    Chapter 26

  • Woolf and Lawrence come out of a Judeo-Christian and European tradition; their magic is a limpid, beautiful “mysticism.”

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  • In contrast, a small black fig some argue a glass bubble freshens the goblet's limpid contents.

    The Compassionate Scoundrel

  • As Josh writes of Sebald: "Sebald's work first shocked readers with its apparently artless photographs and endless paragraphs, but in recollection the work is nearly limpid, its melancholy polished to a high gleam."

    Saying Something

  • So now we have a sensitive, limpid-eyed guy shuffling down the sidewalk of a trendy shopping district on his way to open-mic poetry night, Chairman Mao handbag slung over his frail Vegan shoulders.

    Woolrich Chic

  • Our films are renowned for their limpid lack of action, which French cineastes proudly contrast with whizz-bang Hollywood fare.

    Cyrille Falisse on film in France

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  • From p. 22 of Patrick Leigh Fermor's "A Time to Keep Silence":

    Then began an extraordinary transformation: this extreme lassitude dwindled to nothing; night shrank to five hours of light, dreamless and perfect sleep, followed by awakenings full of energy and limpid freshness.

    January 21, 2014

  • "He spoke to no one but his wife; the rest of the hotel appeared not to exist for him; but whenever a waiter came to take an order, and stood close beside him, he swiftly raised his blue eyes and darted a glance at him which did not last for more than two seconds, but in its limpid penetration seemed to indicate a kind of investigative curiosity entirely different from that which might have inspired any ordinary diner scrutinising, even at greater length, a page or waiter with a view to making humorous or other observations about him which he would communicate to his friends."
    --The Captive & The Fugitive by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, revised by D.J. Enright, p 926 of the Modern Library paperback edition

    February 23, 2010

  • "How often had I crossed, on the way to fetch Albertine, how often had I retrodden, on the way back with her, the great plain of Cricqueville, sometimes in foggy weather when the swirling mists gave us the illusion of being surrounded by a vast lake, sometimes on limpid evenings when the moonlight, dematerialising the earth, making it appear from a few feet away as celestial as it is, in the daytime, in the distance only, enclosed the fields and the woods with the firmament to which it had assimilated them in the moss-agate of a universal blue!"
    --The Captive & The Fugitive by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, revised by D.J. Enright, p 648 of the Modern Library paperback edition

    February 15, 2010

  • "In doing so I was like Elstir, who, obliged to remain closeted in his studio, on certain days in spring when the knowledge that the woods were full of violets gave him a hunger to see some, used to send his concierge out to buy him a bunch; and then it was not the table upon which he had posed the little floral model, but the whole carpet of undergrowth where in other years he had seen, in their thousands, the serpentine stems bowed beneath the weight of their tiny blue heads, that Elstir would fancy that he had before his eyes, like an imaginary zone defined in his studio by the limpid odour of the evocative flower."
    --The Captive & The Fugitive by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, revised by D.J. Enright, pp 178 of the Modern Library paperback edition

    January 8, 2010

  • "Besides, in the state of limpid unreason that precedes these heavy slumbers, if fragments of wisdom float there luminously, if the names of Taine and George Eliot are not unknown, the waking state remains none the less superior to the extent that it is possible to continue it every morning, but not to continue the dream life every night."
    --The Captive & The Fugitive by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, revised by D.J. Enright, pp 155-156 of the Modern Library paperback edition

    January 7, 2010

  • ' Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous '
    Whitman, "I Sing the Body Electric"

    [How does one get 'jets of love hot and enormous' with a limp id?}

    November 14, 2009

  • "A certainty of taste in the domain not of aesthetics but of behaviour, which when he was faced by a novel combination of circumstances enabled the man of breeding to grasp at once—like a musician who has been asked to play a piece he has never seen—the attitude and the action required and to apply the appropriate mechanism and technique, and then allowed this taste to be exercised without the constraint of any other consideration by which so many young men of the middle class would have been paralysed from fear both of making themselves ridiculous in the eyes of strangers by a breach of propriety and of appearing over-zealous in those of their friends, and which in Robert's case was replaced by a lofty disdain that certainly he had never felt in his heart but had received by inheritance in his body, and that had fashioned the attitudes of his ancestors into a familiarity which, they imagined, could only flatter and enchant those to whom it was addressed; together with a noble liberality which, far from taking undue heed of his boundless material advantages (lavish expenditure in this restaurant had succeeded in making him, here as elsewhere, the most fashionable customer and the general favourite, a position underlined by the deference shown him not only by the waiters but by all its most exclusive young patrons), led him to trample them underfoot, just as he had actually and symbolically trodden upon those crimson benches, suggestive of some ceremonial way which pleased my friend only because it enabled him more gracefully and swiftly to arrive at my side: such were the quintessentially aristocratic qualities that shone through the husk of his body—not opaque and dim as mine would have been, but limpid and revealing—as, through a work of art, the industrious, energetic force which has created it, and rendered the movements of that light-footed course which Robert had pursued along the wall as intelligible and charming as those of horsemen on a marble frieze."
    --The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, Revised by D.J. Enright, pp 566-567 of the Modern Library paperback edition

    September 10, 2008

  • "Then in the depths of this name the castle mirrored in its lake had faded, and what now became apparent to me, surrounding Mme de Guermantes as her dwelling, had been her house in Paris, the Hôtel de Guermantes, limpid like its name, for no material and opaque element intervened to interrupt and occlude its transparency."
    --The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, Revised by D.J. Enright, p 9 of the Modern Library paperback edition

    July 17, 2008

  • "Sweet Sunday afternoons beneath the chestnut-tree in the garden at Combray, carefully purged by me of every commonplace incident of my personal existence, which I had replaced with a life of strange aspirations and adventures in a land watered with living streams, you still recall that life to me when I think of you, and you embody it in effect by virtue of having gradually encircled and enclosed it—while I went on with my reading and the heat of the day declined—in the crystalline succession, slowly changing and dappled with foliage, of your silent, sonorous, fragrant, limpid hours."
    -- Swann's Way by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, pp 94-95 of the Vintage International paperback edition

    December 26, 2007

  • Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous
    Whitman, "I Sing the Body Electric"

    December 11, 2006