Hey
[heɪ] or [he]
Definition
(a.) High.
(interj.) An exclamation of joy, surprise, or encouragement.
(interj.) A cry to set dogs on.
Editor: Rosanne
Definition
interj. expressive of joy or interrogation.—interj. Hey′day expressive of frolic exultation or wonder.—n. exaltation of the spirits: the wild gaiety of youth: period of fullest vigour.—n. Hey′deguy (Spens.) a country dance or round.—interjs. Hey′-go-mad expressing a high degree of excitement; Hey′-pass (Milt.) an expression used by jugglers during their performance.
Editor: Timmy
Examples
- What's the good of a thing that you can't put down in the ashes to warm, hey, neighbours; that's what I ask? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- She heard me out without interruption and then said with her pretty accent and in her mildest voice, Hey, mademoiselle, I have received my answer! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- We are not particular here; hey, Flintwinch? Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- As t hey advanced in knowledge they looked to the stars for guidance, especially to the pole star and the imperishable star-group of the northern heavens. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- The gruff voice was gruffer than ever, as the old gentleman said abruptly, after the dreadful pause, So you're not afraid of me, hey? Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Horrid, ain't he, hey? William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- What antics might you be up to, hey? Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Out again for Civita Vecchia, so away to--hey! Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- I say, Sam, observed Humphrey when the old man was gone, she and Clym Yeobright would make a very pretty pigeon-pair--hey? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Don't know anything about the north, but am altogether salubrious and balmy, hey, my lady? Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Reg'lar starved out, hey? William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- I suppose no Briton's afraid of any d---- Frenchman, hey? William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- I had her there--hey? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Hey, look you! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- And now, jown it all, I won't say what I bain't fit for, hey? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
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