More specifically concerning: glister
glithery, an anthology
20 November 2024, around 4.28.
“Deary me, Miss Kate, don’t ye talk so, don’t ye now! You make me feel that glithery! Dear heart, I thought I saw a man’s face peep out o’ yonder pricket!” “Nonsense; there is no one,” said Kate. —Mary A.M. Hoppus Marks (Five-Chimney Farm, vol. 2, p. 58, ca. 1877) When I think of […] […]