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The aisling (Irish for 'dream, vision', ), or vision poem, is a poetic genre that developed during the late 17th and 18th centuries in Irish language poetry. The word may have a number of variations in pronunciation, but the 's' of the first syllable is always realised as a ("sh") sound. Can also be spelled with a 'h' in between the s and l.
__NOTOC__ Aisling is an Irish language feminine given name meaning "dream" or "vision" and referring to an aisling, a poetic genre that developed during the late 17th and 18th century in Irish language genre poetry. Aisling was not used as a given name before the 20th century.
There are many variant forms of the name, including Ashling, Aislin, Aislinn and Aislene. Pronunciation of the name also varies, with the most common pronunciation being ; other forms acceptable to Irish speakers are and . Others, such as , and , do not follow the Gaelic pronunciation.
The name Aisling was the thirty-first most popular name for baby girls in Ireland in 2005. Ashlyn was the 140th most popular name for baby girls in the United States in 2006, while its variant spelling Ashlynn was ranked at 293 for baby girls in 2006 in the United States. Ashlyn is also occasionally regarded as a modern name derivation from Ashley and Lynn.
Usage examples of "aisling".
He watched, uneasy with what she might see in his destiny as Aisling held the amber before the flames.
His gift of precognition had never been strong, and when it concerned his own future he was painfully nearsighted, a fact Aisling attributed to his tainted blood.
Ciara straightened, staring down at Aisling with eyes narrowed by suspicion.
Ciara pivoted to face her sister, pinning Aisling in her sharp blue gaze.
Now he understood how Aisling had felt when he was a neophyte testing his developing powers.
Laura stared at Aisling, the perfection of her features heightened by the light that seemed to glow from within her.
As much as she wanted to deny it, the stories she had read, the legends of an ancient civilization, the words written in the journal Aisling had left for her, all whispered to a truth hidden deep within her.
Laura stared at Aisling as though the other woman had lost her senses.
He felt her fear burn away in the cleansing light that flowed through her, watched the soft glow come into her cheeks and her hands as she touched Aisling, resting her palm above the wound.
Frozen in place like a panicked rabbit, Aisling held her breath, then retreated, and willed her body to shrink back into the unforgiving elevator wall.
Instead of joining him, Aisling paced along the edge of his porch, her head thrown back to inhale the various aromas floating in the humid night sky.
In light of everything Aisling told him last night, his career was irrelevant.
Even if he left Aisling out of the story, the entire thing would sound paranoid.
A shocked cry of welcome fell from her lips and Aisling opened for him, pulled him deeper.
Like a ghost come back to life, Aisling came into focus beside the desk.