Spin around

Usage examples of gyrate.

Bonaparte As he with other figures foots his reel, Until he twitch him into his lonely grave: Also regard the frail ones that his flings Have made gyrate like animalcula In tepid pools.

The whole mighty, slowly gyrating and spinning assemblage, easily a couple of hundred kilometres in diameter, floated within a thick soup of gas a hundred kilometres beneath the cloud tops.

He took them as they came, with his rags flapping about his wildly gyrating limbs, and the gusty echoes of his tittering sweeping the room above the screams.

Rafe explained huskily as his hips started to gyrate forcefully in an upward rhythm that caused her breath to leave her.

It springs, instantly, from a superficial observation of the cyclic and seemingly gyrating or vorticial movements of those individual portions of the Universe which come most immediately and most closely under our observation.

Off to the left was the bandstand, where a twelve-piece band gyrated to the infectious salsa rhythms that they played.

Fitzpatrick motioned to the mass of gyrating, swirling bodies pulsating to the salsa beat on the ballroom floor.

They gyrated and shook, bangles jingling, finger-cymbals clashing, to the beat of the tabour and the drone of the doumbek.

Mrs Truster stared at the terrible thing as it gyrated and expanded and the mock veins stood out on its trunk.

Zelazo commented, as he began inserting microelectrodes into the gyrate grayish-pink tissue of each brain.

His gaze settled on the gyrating bum of a tall, miniskirted girl who was standing, glass in hand, about a foot from his face.

An Oerlikon gunner was hanging in his harness, gyrating jerkily as the ship plunged over the water, his face set in its last mask of agony, his shoulders smouldering from the impact of splinters.

Guiraud, the two-year-old clown, and a mite of a girl of his own age, in peasant costume, were holding one another in a tight embrace for fear of tumbling, and gyrating round and round like a pair of slyboots, with cheek pressed to cheek.

Sounding airhorns they were surging forward, bumping the traffic ahead, rising over it, gyrating, crushing their way forward in purple light.

They liked sculptured hair and huge, gyrating holos of their twentieth-century icons.