Es
[ɛs'θɛtɪk]
Examples
- Es muy _concienzudo! Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- Let any one try to wade the mud of the Flemish chaussées in a pair of Paris brodequins, on m'en dirait des nouvelles! Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Je ne saurais vous dire 'how;' mais, enfin, les Anglais ont des idées à eux, en amitié, en amour, en tout. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Their hours and minut es had each sixty subdivisions. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- He was very broad-minded and enthusiastic and would rejoice in Watt's improvements of the steam engine or Cook's discoveri es in the South Pacific. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- We-ell, ye-es,' he returned, thinking about it, not quite satisfied with the phrase: 'or perhaps I might say, if it was in him. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Cada piedra un piramide levanta, y cada flor costruye un monumento, cada edificio es un sepulcro altivo, cada soldado un esqueleto vivo. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- It studi es natural phenomena in relation to their material causes. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- They are all-- Ye-es. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Thus the principle was es tablished in meteorology that northeast storms arise to the southwest. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- Vous n'êtes donc que des poupées, I heard him thunder. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- As I was one day taking a solitary drive up the Champs Elysées on my road to the Bois de Boulogne, the Duke of Wellington galloped past my carriage. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- A third committee devoted itself to agriculture, and in the Society's museum were collected products and curiositi es of the shop, mine, sea, etc. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- Ye-e-es,' replied Bella, with a drawl of indifference. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Elles sont br?lées? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Is there a track across here to Mis'ess Yeobright's house? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Why, 'tis Mis'ess Yeobright, said Fairway. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- They have dug a hole, and they have found things like flowerpots upside down, Mis'ess Yeobright; and inside these be real charnel bones. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Mis'ess says you be to have whatever you want, and she was sorry when she was told that you'd gone away. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Isn't it spoke like a man, Timothy, and wasn't Mis'ess Yeobright wrong about me? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- We can be certain, for example, that the essential nature of heat does not consist in light and brightn ess, since it is present in boiling water and absent in the moon's rays. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- Twould be more seemly in ye to stand still and welcome Mis'ess Yeobright, and you the venerablest here, Grandfer Cantle, said the besom-woman. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Is there any cart track up across here to Mis'ess Yeobright's, of Blooms-End? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Twas that I didn't know you in this light, mis'ess; and being a man of the mournfullest make, I was scared a little, that's all. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- He was a fertile and stimulating thinker, and much of his great influence arose from the comprehensiven ess that led to his celebrated classification of the sciences. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- Well, be damned if there isn't Mis'ess Yeobright a-standing up,' I said to myself. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Mis'ess Yeobright, not ten minutes ago a man was here asking for you--a reddleman. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- I not only happened to be there, said Fairway, with a fresh collection of emphasis, but I was sitting in the same pew as Mis'ess Yeobright. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- A harrowing old man, Mis'ess Yeobright, said Christian despondingly. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- I met Mis'ess Yeobright, the young bride's aunt, last night, and she told me that her son Clym was coming home a' Christmas. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
Editor: Rhoda