meänder

See also: meander

English

Verb

meänder (third-person singular simple present meänders, present participle meändering, simple past and past participle meändered)

1. Rare spelling of meander.
   • 1811, Robert Mitchell Meadows, Three Lectures on Engraving: Delivered at the Surrey Institution in the Year 1809‎^[1], page 30:

     The merit of the German school stands in direct opposition to that of the Italian. While the latter accomplished all that the highest perfection of drawing can achieve, (though as yet they had hardly advanced far enough in finishing to give roundness to a limb or evenness to a back-ground,) their German antagonists carried their flowing lines over the varied surface of the muscular figures, waving in conformity to the swell or recess of the anatomical markings, or meändering through a maze of folded drapery obedient to the intricate perplexity of complicated perspective ; or swept the bold stroke round the swelling limb with mingled freedom, force, and feeling : but all their powers of execution were not sufficient to compensate the deficiency of their drawing, though they made a vast and rapid improvement in this respect from their gothic manner in the early stages of the art ; yet not having the antique to guide them, they still continued gross mannerists, ever liable to extremes, mistaking stiffness for simplicity, bombast for sublimity, and extravagance for spirit.

   • 1843, Andrew Park, The Mariners: An Opera‎^[2], page 73:

     How pleasant to please and how joyful to rove
     With a maiden like thee in thy sweet Kelvin Grove !
     When the bright sun descends in the far crimson west,
     And the lover's soft vows are more easy express'd ;—
     While the shadowy stream is meändering by,
     And the pale lamp of night is hung out in the sky,
     And the nightingale sings from the blossoming tree ;
     O then !  it were bliss, love !  to wander with thee.

   • 1879, Friedrich Schiller, The Poems of Schiller‎^[3], page 211:

     Hovers here the Human form Divine.
     As Life's silent phantoms glancing wander
     Where the gloomy Stygian waves meänder,
     As they once were wont in Heaven to shine ;
     Once—or e'er the Immortal first descended
     To its drear Sarcophagus below—
     Though in life her scales may rest suspended,
     Victory here herself doth show.