Bereave
[bɪ'riːv] or [bɪ'riv]
Definition
(v. t.) To make destitute; to deprive; to strip; -- with of before the person or thing taken away.
(v. t.) To take away from.
(v. t.) To take away.
Checker: Walter
Synonyms and Synonymous
v. a. Deprive (of something that cannot be restored), dispossess, divest, take away from.
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Synonyms and Antonyms
SYN:Rob, deprive, divest, dispossess, impoverish, reduce, spoil, strip
ANT:Replenish, compensate, reinstate, satisfy, enrich, benefit
Edited by Barrett
Definition
v.t. to rob a person of anything valued: to leave destitute:—pa.t. and pa.p. bereaved′—the latter also Bereft′.—adj. Bereaved′ robbed by death of some dear relative or friend.—n. Bereave′ment the fact or state of being so bereaved.
Edited by Bertram
Examples
- They reached the spot where the bereaved husband stood: and stopped. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- For some seconds I dared not look the bereaved Professor in the face; he was the first to speak. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- It was a great augmentation of my uneasiness to be bereaved, at this eventful crisis, of the inestimable services of Miss Mills. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- You spoke me fair; and, meantime, I will not say you _robbed_ me, but I am bereaved, and what I have lost, _you_, it seems, have won. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- There is one in this tribe too often miserable--a child bereaved of both parents. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- How bare and bleak seems the translation, bereft of its Hellenic sonorousness of speech! Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- So you see, at one blow, Maurice, I was bereft of wife, child, home, and happiness. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- Bereft of man, O little isle! Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- His lonely daughter, bereft of her final hope and reliance, appealed to them both too strongly. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- I am bereft of their dear converse--bereft of sight of them. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- She lay bereft of animation for hours; and when life, look, and speech returned, her senses had deserted her, and she raved wildly and furiously. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
Typist: Lottie