Deserts
[dɪˈzɜːts] or [dɪˈzɜːrts]
Examples
- Cakes of dates pounded and kneaded together are the food of the Arabs who traverse the deserts. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- The higher his deserts, the more improper for me ever to have thought of him. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
- Thus vanquished and restricted, she pined, like any other chained denizen of deserts. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Many great cities and plains and deserts have been provided with these wells owing to the ease with which they can now be sunk. William Henry Doolittle. Inventions in the Century.
- The lawless Bedouins in the Valley of the Jordan and the deserts down by the Dead Sea were up in arms, and were going to destroy all comers. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- He only laughed, and told me the boy had got his deserts. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- You have only got your deserts. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- The Muse of Music, Miss Halcombe, deserts us in dismay, and I, the fat old minstrel, exhale the rest of my enthusiasm in the open air! Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- With these and modern forms of artesian wells the deserts have literally been made to blossom as the rose. William Henry Doolittle. Inventions in the Century.
- Thence Jessie passed to a review of the ministry at that time in office, and a consideration of its deserts. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- My only scruple in advising the match was on his account, as being beneath his deserts, and a bad connexion for him. Jane Austen. Emma.
- All such influences were still in another world, separated by mountains, deserts, and wild nomadic tribes until that time. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- They were separated by oceans, seas, thick forests, deserts or mountains from one another. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- However that might be, he had escaped his deserts; so much the worse. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- I have dwelt many months in the heaths of England, and among the deserts of Scotland. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
Typist: Lucas