etherealized

This _liaison_ was largely sentimental, and marked by a kind of etherealized sensuality.

Studies in the Psychology of Sex, Volume 2 Sexual Inversion Havelock Ellis 1899

Early the next morning, as a kind of etherealized sunshine broke through the white muslin curtains of Arnfinn's room, and long streaks of sun-illumined dust stole through the air toward the sleeper's pillow, there was a sharp rap at the door, and Strand entered.

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877

Early the next morning, as a kind of etherealized sunshine broke through the white muslin curtains of Arnfinn's room, and long streaks of sun-illumined dust stole through the air toward the sleeper's pillow, there was a sharp rap at the door, and Strand entered.

Tales from Two Hemispheres Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen 1871

For Obama, responding to these problems will require breaking deep national addictions — to oil, to etherealized finance, to profligacy of all kinds — and, somehow, easing the tremens along the way.

Then and Now 2009

For Obama, responding to these problems will require breaking deep national addictions — to oil, to etherealized finance, to profligacy of all kinds — and, somehow, easing the tremens along the way.

Then and Now 2009

And she was spirit, first and always spirit, etherealized essence of life, calm as her calm eyes, and sure of permanence in the changing order of the universe.

Chapter 28 2010

The eastward mountains, which had been grey, blushed pale pink, the pink deepened into rose, and the rose into crimson, and then all solidity etherealized away and became clear and pure as an amethyst, while all the waving ranges and the broken pine-clothed ridges below etherealized too, but into a dark rich blue, and a strange effect of atmosphere blended the whole into one perfect picture.

A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains 2007

I am sure my fancy raised up something round that blue – eyed mite of a child, which etherealized, and made a very angel of her.

David Copperfield 2007

A fine mist, the etherealized essence of the fog, hung visibly in the wide and rather empty space of the drawing – room, all silver where the candles were grouped on the tea – table, and ruddy again in the firelight.

Night and Day, by Virginia Woolf 2004

A simple healthy leisure class it was — the best of the men not unpleasantly undergraduate — they seemed to be on a perpetual candidates list for some etherealized

The Beautiful and Damned 2003