This floating thread has but to touch any object in the neighbourhood and it will remain fixed to it.
"The Life of the Spider" by J. Henri Fabre
A dim thread of a moon floated toward the west.
"Out of the Triangle" by Mary E. Bamford
You moth, you butterfly, you thread of floating gossamer!
"The Witch of Prague" by F. Marion Crawford
He tied pieces of cheese, for bait, to threads, which he floated on the water.
"The Swiss Family Robinson; or Adventures in a Desert Island" by Johann David Wyss
Another method is to hang the needle in two slings made of threads, which must be carefully drawn away as soon as the needle floats.
"My Book of Indoor Games" by Clarence Squareman
They tied long threads to them, and let them float high in the air.
"Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue Playing Circus" by Laura Lee Hope
The threads unraveled in a straight line aimed at the two metal things floating in emptiness.
"Space Tug" by Murray Leinster
Between horizon and sky, far up the coast, over the sea floated a thread of black smoke.
"Gold Seekers of '49" by Edwin L. Sabin
These viscid threads cool quickly in that chill altitude, and float down again.
"Myths & Legends of our New Possessions & Protectorate" by Charles M. Skinner
It may rest upon a pivot, it may be hung from a fine thread, or it may be floated upon water with the aid of a cork, etc.
"How Two Boys Made Their Own Electrical Apparatus" by Thomas M. (Thomas Matthew) St. John
Filmy threads of gossamer floated through the air, suffused with a soft golden glow.
"When Dreams Come True" by Ritter Brown
These weaves are shown under DIE, and it will be seen that each weave gives a maximum float of seven threads.
"Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, Volume 7, Slice 9" by Various
The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome,
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like ravelled lace.
"La Mer" by Oscar Wilde
And the dark clouds that veiled thy moon
Were silvery-threaded tissues bright,
Looping the locks of amber light
That float but on the airs of June.
"To June. Written After An Ungenial May" by Denis Florence MacCarthy
She's sifting lint for the brave who bleed,
And I watch her fingers float and flow
Over the linen, as, thread by thread,
It flakes to her lap like snow.
"The Cameo Bracelet" by James Ryder Randall
Mothers waddling in and out,
Making all things right - Picking up the slipped threads
In Grand street at night - Grand street like a great bazaar,
Crowded like a float,
Bulging like a crazy quilt
Stretched on a line.
"The Ghetto" by Lola Ridge