twangle

American  

[twang-guhl] / ˈtwæŋ gəl /

noun

twangled, twangling

1. twang.

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Etymology

Origin of twangle

First recorded in 1805–15; twang + -le

Example Sentences

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The drums are as light as a kitten's sigh, the guitars twangle sweetly, there's a rich spread of baa-baa-baas, and a rather gorgeous flute.

From The Guardian ● Jun. 12, 2013

Menaces slighting and remonstrance mocking, They stand and twangle, tootle, grind, and gurgle Their horrible cacophony.

From Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, August 2, 1890 by Various

Twang′le, to twang frequently.—v.t. to cause to twangle.

From Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary (part 4 of 4: S-Z and supplements) by Various

There's a tenor twitter, A tremulous twangle of the minor strings.

From Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, February 1, 1890 by Burnand, F. C. (Francis Cowley), Sir

Dan was not much in the humour for tunes, but he said, "Ay, Joe, give us a one, man-alive," and Joe struck up with twangle and squeak.

From Strangers at Lisconnel by Barlow, Jane

I'd just as soon believe the Theban walls Were twangled into place by young Amphion.

From Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, July 4, 1891 by Various

“Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices.”

From New York Times ● Oct. 14, 2014

He loved music; sometimes he was comic about it too, as in Mezzetin, whose soft operatic expression is mocked by his sinewy hands and the high twangling of the guitar he plays.

From Time Magazine Archive

Herr Maendler's aim in constructing from old Viennese cherry-wood this super-harpsichord was to eliminate the twangling and jangling of the instrument's complicated internal machinery.*

From Time Magazine Archive

A twangling harp for Mary, A silvery flute for John, And now we'll play the livelong day, 'The Miller and his Son.'

From Songs of Childhood by Hecht, Anthony

Sometimes "a thousand twangling instruments" hummed about his ears; sometimes voices whose soft music was akin to sleep floated about him; and sometimes the clouds "would open and show riches ready to drop upon" him.

From Under the Trees and Elsewhere by Mabie, Hamilton Wright