sprites


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Noun1.sprites - atmospheric electricity (lasting 10 msec) appearing as globular flashes of red (pink to blood-red) light rising to heights of 60 miles (sometimes seen together with elves)
atmospheric electricity - electrical discharges in the atmosphere
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Once upon a time there was a wicked sprite, indeed he was the most mischievous of all sprites.
So a deadly battle followed in which the ladies fought against the gentlemen, and in which the sprites also took part.
Let anti-masques not be long; they have been commonly of fools, satyrs, baboons, wild-men, antics, beasts, sprites, witches, Ethiops, pigmies, turquets, nymphs, rustics, Cupids, statuas moving, and the like.
To see these light, foolish, pretty, lively little sprites flit about--that moveth Zarathustra to tears and songs.
First entered a band of Ryls from the Happy Valley, all merry little sprites like fairy elves.
The roar of the working day drowns the voices of the elfin sprites that are ever singing their low-toned miserere in our ears.
Under his rule are many thousands of the Nomes, who are queerly shaped but powerful sprites that labor at the furnaces and forges of their king, making gold and silver and other metals which they conceal in the crevices of the rocks, so that those living upon the earth's surface can only find them with great difficulty.
At mid-afternoon I was at my desk, trying to work, and this sprite had been making it impossible for half an hour.
advancing to me eagerly along the causeway seemed the very sprite of Alastor himself!
She seemed rather an airy sprite, which, after playing its fantastic sports for a little while upon the cottage floor, would flit away with a mocking smile.
But as my little conductress, with her hair of gold and her frock of blue, danced before me round corners and pattered down passages, I had the view of a castle of romance inhabited by a rosy sprite, such a place as would somehow, for diversion of the young idea, take all color out of storybooks and fairytales.
Sabor paced back and forth beneath the tree for hours; four times she crouched and sprang at the dancing sprite above her, but might as well have clutched at the illusive wind that murmured through the tree tops.