sardonical

He smiled up at me; he was a sardonical corpse, a doomed arkhyios.

Wildfire Sarah Micklem 2009

He smiled up at me; he was a sardonical corpse, a doomed arkhyios.

Wildfire Sarah Micklem 2009

He smiled up at me; he was a sardonical corpse, a doomed arkhyios.

Wildfire Sarah Micklem 2009

“I dare say you respect me no more than I respect myself, George,” he would say, in his candid way, and begin a very pleasant sardonical discourse upon the fall of man, and his faults, and shortcomings; and wonder why Heaven had not made us all brave and tall, and handsome and rich?

The Virginians 2006

I have all these sardonical thoughts racing through my head.

sierrazen Diary Entry sierrazen 2003

The best writers in this kind were Middleton and Dekker -- and the best play to read as a sample of it _Eastward Ho! _ in which Marston put off his affectation of sardonical melancholy and joined with Jonson and Dekker to produce what is the masterpiece of the non-Shakespearean comedy of the time.

English Literature: Modern Home University Library of Modern Knowledge G. H. Mair 1906

I got tired o 'going out, Cynthy remarked, with again a smile very peculiar, and, Fleda thought, a little sardonical.

Queechy 1854

"I dare say you respect me no more than I respect myself, George," he would say, in his candid way, and begin a very pleasant sardonical discourse upon the fall of man, and his faults, and shortcomings; and wonder why Heaven had not made us all brave and tall, and handsome and rich?

The Virginians William Makepeace Thackeray 1837

When once deceived, however, or undeceived about the character of a person, he became utterly incredulous, and he saluted this fine speech of my lord's with a sardonical, inward laughter, preserving his gravity, however, and scarce allowing any of his scorn to appear in his words.

The Virginians William Makepeace Thackeray 1837

But the junior magistrate, a kind-hearted man, troubled at what seemed to him a certain sardonical disdain, lurking beneath the foundling's humble mien, and in Christian sympathy more distressed at it on his account than on his own, dimly surmising what might be the final fate of such a cynic solitaire, nor perhaps uninfluenced by the general strangeness of surrounding things, this good magistrate had glanced sadly, sideways from the speaker, and thereupon his foreboding eye had started at the expression of the unchanging face of the Hour Una.

The Piazza Tales Herman Melville 1855