lilt

Singer and tailor am I-- Doubled the joys that I know-- Proud of my lilt to the sky, Proud of the house that I sew-- Over and under, so weave I my music--so weave I the house that I sew.

In the lilt Of winds I hear her whisper: "Oh that I Might melt into the moonbeams, and with them Leap through the void, and shed myself with them Upon my lover." Slow the night creeps on.

It recrudesced the laughter and the song, and put a lilt into my own imagination so that I could laugh and sing and say foolish things with the liveliest of them, or platitudes with verve and intensity to the satisfaction of the pompous mediocre ones who knew no other way to talk.

Possibly I recited with a certain joyous lilt which was my own, for--his memory was good, and at a second rendering, very often the first, he made a quatrain his own--he recited the same lines and invested them with an unrest and passionate revolt that was well- nigh convincing.

It was a gayly-devilish lilt, tripping and tickling.

Katharine's ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer's brain.

Then he chanced upon Kipling's poems, and was swept away by the lilt and swing and glamour with which familiar things had been invested.

Waves of sinuous shadow went over the ripe hayfields, and plundering bees sang a freebooting lilt in wayside gardens.

It chanced that out of one of the bundles there stuck the end of what the clerk saw to be a cittern, so drawing it forth, he tuned it up and twanged a harmony to the merry lilt which the dancers played.

They tell no story, they are long, they have not, like poetry, a lilt or rhythm to carry one on.

When they came to the windows of the ballroom, the swing of the dancers and the lilt of the music was irresistible.

"Don't be scared if you find it pretty rough," he had warned, to which her light answer had lilted back, "Oh, I shan't mind."