Hush
[hʌʃ]
Definition
(noun.) (poetic) tranquil silence; 'the still of the night'.
(verb.) run water over the ground to erode (soil), revealing the underlying strata and valuable minerals.
(verb.) wash by removing particles; 'Wash ores'.
(verb.) become quiet or still; fall silent; 'hush my baby!'.
(verb.) cause to be quiet or not talk; 'Please silence the children in the church!'.
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Definition
(v. t.) To still; to silence; to calm; to make quiet; to repress the noise or clamor of.
(v. t.) To appease; to allay; to calm; to soothe.
(v. i.) To become or to keep still or quiet; to become silent; -- esp. used in the imperative, as an exclamation; be still; be silent or quiet; make no noise.
(n.) Stillness; silence; quiet.
(a.) Silent; quiet.
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Synonyms and Synonymous
v. a. Still, silence, calm, quiet.
interj. Silence, whist, be still, keep quiet, make no noise.
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Synonyms and Antonyms
[See SILENCE]
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Definition
interj. or imper. silence! be still!—adj. silent: quiet.—v.t. to make quiet: (min.) to clear off soil &c. overlying the bed-rock.—ns. Hush′aby a lullaby used to soothe babies to sleep; Hush′-mon′ey money given as a bribe to hush or make one keep silent.—Hush up to stifle suppress: to be silent.
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Examples
- Hush, hush, ma'am; pray keep yourself quiet,' replied the bodyguard. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- The wind sighed low in the firs: all was moorland loneliness and midnight hush. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- But there was a scandalized whisper of 'Hush! Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- But perhaps he was speaking now; there was a momentary hush of their noise, inarticulate as that of a troop of animals. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Hush, hush, my dear love! Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- Hush, she whispered. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Hush, Hannah! Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- I smiled; but I also hushed a groan. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- The myriad noises of the jungle seemed far distant and hushed to a mere echo of blurred sounds, rising and falling like the surf upon a remote shore. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- Everybody was hushed into a profound stillness as the individual addressed, replied-- 'Sir! Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- She stood, shrinkingly, before him, as if she were afraid to meet his eyes; but her passionate sorrow was quite hushed and mute. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- Yes, yes; but they want the thing hushed up, and I understand that the young fellow is going out of the neighborhood. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It hushed the eloquent, struck down the powerful, abolished the beautiful and good. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- In another hour all the dwelling-house, and all the pensionnat, were dark and hushed. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- When the little child awoke, and when and how Charley got at it, took it out of bed, and began to walk about hushing it, I don't know. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Three tumbrils faring away with their dread loads over the hushing snow. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- Dead darkness lay on all the landscape, dead darkness added its own hush to the hushing dust on all the roads. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- That morning I was disposed for silence: the austere fury of the winter-day had on me an awing, hushing influence. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- A pause of some seconds succeeded, filled up by the low, vague hum of numbers; Miss Miller walked from class to class, hushing this indefinite sound. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- There was some hushing, and the Judge went on with what he had to say to the rest. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- Far from hushing the thing up, I have brought a gentleman down from London to inquire more deeply into it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- There is something in boldness and determination that for a time hushes even the rudest nature. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
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