twilitten

English

Pronunciation

(Received Pronunciation) enPR: twīʹlĭtən, IPA^(key): /ˈtwaɪlɪtən/

Verb

twilitten

(Can we verify⁽⁺⁾ this sense?) past participle of twilit

Adjective

twilitten (not comparable)

(rare, nonstandard, poetic) Illuminated by or as if by twilight.
Synonyms: twilighted, twilit
- [1892], Sydney Jephcott, “Melbourne Memories: II. A Ballade of Bertha’s Moustache”, in The Secrets of the South: Australian Poems, London: William Reeves, […], →OCLC, page 126:
  You’ve faintly felt on your twilitten face / The air of a swallow’s arrowy pace?
- 1899, W[illiam] G[ershom] C[ollingwood], “The Great Circle”, in Coniston Tales, Ulverston, Lancashire: W[illia]m Holmes, →OCLC, page 13:
  Till at last on an eve came one / through twilitten ways, / With foam on his beard, and his eyes / yet afire with amaze: […]
- 1908 August 8, Herman Scheffauer, The Sons of Baldur: A Forest Music Drama […] (Midsummer Festival)‎^[1], San Francisco, Calif.: Press of The Hansen Co., →OCLC:
  Not yet the youngest day is born nor the oldest night is sped; / The hidden Norns have woven hope through the murky woof of days; / Still the god’s twi-litten end is far and the dreadful dream is fled; / Hear thou, great god of the flow’ring world, thy grateful children’s praise!
  - 1918, Herman Scheffauer, “The Sons of Baldur: A Forest Music-Drama”, in Porter Garnett, editor, The Grove Plays of the Bohemian Club, volume I, San Francisco, Calif.: […] [F]or the Bohemian Club at the Press of the H[enry] S[mith] Crocker Company, →OCLC, page 212:
    Not yet the youngest day is born nor the oldest night is sped; / The hidden norns have woven hope through the murky woof of days; / Still the god’s twilitten end is far and the dreadful dream is fled; / Hear thou, great god of the flow’ring world, thy grateful children’s praise!
- 1920 June 5, Ted Robinson, “Philosopher of Folly”, in Erie C[lark] Hopwood, editor, Cleveland Plain Dealer, 79th year, number 157, Cleveland, Oh.: Plain Dealer Publishing Company, →OCLC, page 8, column 3:
  From the twitter at dawn / On the twilitten lawn, / Through the hum of the morning, the silence of noon, / To the robin’s last trill / When the others are still, / There are songs without number interpreting June— / Each a poem—and each / Is made prosy by speech!
- 2008, Terence Scott, “The Wind that Whispers Crystal Blue”, in Broken Poetry in Abstract Fragmentation, Bloomington, Ind.: AuthorHouse, →ISBN, verse 2, page 32:
  Stars of Night, / twilitten blue hued, / black is the sky. / Blue, to them, match the Moon.

Translations

illuminated by twilight — see twilit