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UK
/kˈɪndlɪŋ/
]
[ US /ˈkɪndɫɪŋ/ ]
[ US /ˈkɪndɫɪŋ/ ]
NOUN
- material for starting a fire
- the act of setting something on fire
How To Use kindling In A Sentence
- I beg for each and all of you confirmations and assistance from the threshold of oneness, so that those gatherings may become ignited like unto candles, in the republics of America, enkindling the light of the love of God in the hearts; thus the rays of the heavenly teachings may begem and brighten the states of America like the infinitude of immensity with the stars of the Most Great Guidance. Tablets of the Divine Plan
- The Reavers sat near the fire pit they had gathered; one lit the kindling, sparking a roaring fire in the middle of the morning.
- When rekindling a fire from coals, placing a split log on the bed of coals produces a more successful transition from smoldering into flame than using an unsplit log (one having no obvious edges).
- This ghost, laughing a little too loudly, would be all the more terrible for the flicker of awful, self-deluding pride kindling in it at the thought of white-knuckling through the grimmest month of the year with nothing to talk about in company but how it has given up drink. After the Binge Must Come the Purge
- I knew the fire would need re-kindling and decided to get up a bittie earlier than usual. NOBLE BEGINNNINGS
- Long are the "times" of Heaven: the orbits of angel messengers seem wide to mortal vision; they may enring ages: the cycle of one departure and return may clasp unnumbered generations; and dust, kindling to brief suffering life, and through pain, passing back to dust, may meanwhile perish out of memory again, and yet again. Villette
- World-soaked preachers and churches must be kiln-dried before they are fit for revival kindling wood.
- From the ceiling hung a metal pan on which pine kindling once lent light and fragrance.
- Nor do we view the tiny flame of our own kindling (guarded in lasting purity as its light ever is) with greater awe than the celestial fires though they are often shrouded in darkness; nor do we deem it a greater marvel than the craters of Etna, whose eruptions throw up stones from its depths and great masses of rock, and at times pour forth rivers of that pure and unmixed subterranean fire. On the Sublime
- Perhaps they took us for a Greek brulot, and were afraid of kindling us ” they had no colours flying even at dawn nor after. Life of Lord Byron