a-ripple

Forest covered the land below, multitudinously green, a-ripple with wind.

The Boat of a Million Years Anderson, Poul, 1926- 1989

At a distance she spied farmland, food animals grazing on Terran grasses, grainfields a-ripple under a sullen wind.

The Game Of Empire Anderson, Poul, 1926- 1985

And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth

Poems of To-Day: an Anthology Various

He wanted to be off in the Connecticut hills, among the silvery-gray worm-fences, with larks rising on the breeze and pools a-ripple and yellow crocus-blossoms afire by the road, where towns white and sleepy woke to find the elms misted with young green.

The Trail of the Hawk A Comedy of the Seriousness of Life Sinclair Lewis 1918

The fine head, a-ripple with curls, was outlined against the sky.

The Gentleman A Romance of the Sea Alfred Ollivant 1900

As Kit clambered on to the floor, the Parson turned, his blue eyes merry, and curls a-ripple.

The Gentleman A Romance of the Sea Alfred Ollivant 1900

At _pallone_ one day, I saw muscles "all a-ripple down the back," arms and shoulders, which would have intoxicated the great old "amatore del persona" himself.

Earthwork out of Tuscany Being Impressions and Translations of Maurice Hewlett Maurice Hewlett 1892

And therewith he went scrambling down the terraces and picked his way from stone to stone across the shallows, to the field of anemones, where their satiny petals, like crisping wavelets, all a-ripple in the moving air, shimmered with constantly changing lights.

My Friend Prospero Henry Harland 1883

The surface below seems almost like a lake of gold-green water, -- especially when long breaths of mountain-wind set the miles of ripening cane a-ripple from verge to verge: the illusion is marred only by the road, fringed with young cocoa-palms, which serpentines across the luminous plain.

Two Years in the French West Indies Lafcadio Hearn 1877

A few seconds later the spoon went round the basin again and was followed by an audible sip, on hearing which Poole went to the window, thrust out his head, and began to whistle, keeping up his tune as if he were playing orchestra to a banquet, while he watched the dart and splash of a fish from time to time about the surface, and the shadowy shapes of others deep down below the schooner's stern-post, clearly enough seen in the crystal sunlit water set a-ripple by the gentle gliding through it of the vessel's keel.

Fitz the Filibuster George Manville Fenn 1870