hovers造句

Under the morning sun, a great happiness hovers in space.

A rare mother ship cloud formation hovers over Childress, Texas.

A swarm of insects hovers over grassland in Madagascar.

An aimless smile that hovers in the air.

Prince William hovers on the brink of matrimony - a year or so before his 30th birthday.

First the machine takes off and hovers above the ground by firing downward-facing nozzles.

Close to shore, a vessel hovers in the gloom like a ghost ship suspended in mid-air.

Yes, the druid's air form is a condor, and it hovers a certain height above the ground, not really flying.

When the user hovers away from the zip code, the hideDialog function is called to hide the pop-up dialog.

Uncertainty hovers over sovereigns across the advanced economies, Banks in Europe, and households in the United States.

Christie’s top lot, an atmospheric landscape by Claude Lorraine, went for $326,500, which hovers near its low estimate.

Tough Line Despite his intolerance of dissent, Putin enjoys a high degree of support among the Russian populace. Polls suggest that his approval rating hovers around 75%.

Calm is brought upon everyone and the Firebird hovers over the hushed demons causing them to fall into a trance-like sleep.

The yen hovers at a 15-year high despite efforts by the Bank of Japan to weaken it by buying up dollars.

It seems that Lawes himself actually played the role of the attendant spirit, that beneficent, slightly frightening figure who hovers over the entire landscape of the mask.

They also have a lampshade drone that hovers above you, focusing light on where you need it when you're reading a book in the dark.

It's a smile thrown across an abyss. The whole stinking civilized world lies like a quagmire at the bottom of the pit, and over it, like a mirage, hovers this wavering smile.

The upper level glass volume hovers lightly over a dark iron-spot brick base that mediates between glass and ground and negotiates the grade change along the north elevation.

On this day, skies are clear northwest of Baghdad. A thick plume of dust, however, hovers over the Iraq-Iran border, and obscures the coastline of the Persian Gulf.

Still, the cabin hovers in my imagination as a finished structure — tight and snug as a cedar chest, its timber frame pegged and mortised, and a fire ticking in the wood stove.