Lithe can be categorized as an adjective.
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1. | adj. | Miss Virginia E. Otis was a little girl of fifteen, lithe and lovely as a fawn. | |
2. | adj. | Many a wayfarer upon the high road which ran by Ferrier's farm felt long-forgotten thoughts revive in their minds as they watched her lithe, girlish figure tripping through the wheat-fields, or met her mounted upon her father's mustang, and managing it with all the ease and grace of a true child of the West. | |
3. | adj. | As one who, in a tangled brake apart, / on some lithe snake, unheeded in the briar, / hath trodden heavily, and with backward start / flies, trembling at the head uplift in ire / and blue neck, swoln in many a glittering spire. / So slinks Androgeus, shuddering with dismay. | |
4. | adj. | Mary has a lithe body. | |
5. | adj. | This ballerina has a lithe body. | |
6. | adj. | Swiftly, her lithe form darted through the forest paths until she reached the edge of the forest. | |
7. | adj. | When she had gone Mr. Harrison watched her from the window . . . a lithe, girlish shape, tripping lightheartedly across the fields in the sunset afterglow. |
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Miss Virginia E. Otis was a little girl of fifteen, lithe and lovely as a fawn. | |
Many a wayfarer upon the high road which ran by Ferrier's farm felt long-forgotten thoughts revive in their minds as they watched her lithe, girlish figure tripping through the wheat-fields, or met her mounted upon her father's mustang, and managing it with all the ease and grace of a true child of the West. | |
As one who, in a tangled brake apart, / on some lithe snake, unheeded in the briar, / hath trodden heavily, and with backward start / flies, trembling at the head uplift in ire / and blue neck, swoln in many a glittering spire. / So slinks Androgeus, shuddering with dismay. | |
Mary has a lithe body. | |
This ballerina has a lithe body. | |
Swiftly, her lithe form darted through the forest paths until she reached the edge of the forest. | |
When she had gone Mr. Harrison watched her from the window . . . a lithe, girlish shape, tripping lightheartedly across the fields in the sunset afterglow. |