Madeira
[mə'dɪrə]
Definition
(noun.) an amber dessert wine from the Madeira Islands.
(noun.) an island in the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Africa; the largest of the Madeira Islands.
(noun.) a Brazilian river; tributary of the Amazon River.
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Definition
(n.) A rich wine made on the Island of Madeira.
Editor: Tracy
Definition
n. a rich wine of the sherry class produced in Madeira.
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Examples
- Captain Marryatt writes: I do not know a spot on the globe which so much astonishes and delights upon first arrival as Madeira. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- What good dinners you have--game every day, Malmsey-Madeira, and no end of fish from London. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Lyell that in November, 1844, swarms of locusts visited the island of Madeira. Charles Darwin. On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection.
- I can get madeira at home, said Alvanly. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- They put out to sea to the west and found the Canary Isles, Madeira, and the Azores. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- And we'll see if that's as good as the Madeira, George, to which his Royal Highness is welcome, I'm sure. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Among the goods sent there were valuable carpets, tons of old Madeira, silverware, and furniture. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
- Mr. Jackson gave a faint sip, as if he had been tasting invisible Madeira. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- It is my intention to write shortly and desire her to come to me at Madeira. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- We never got such Madeira in the West Indies, sir, as yours. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Another slice of cold meat, another draught of Madeira and water, will make you nearly on a par with the rest of us. Jane Austen. Emma.
- Jos said, with great solemnity, it was the best turtle soup he had ever tasted in his life, and asked Mr. Osborne where he got his Madeira. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Tell them to put everything they have cold, on the table, and some bottled ale, and let us taste your very best Madeira. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- They had been drowned in Madeira wine, apparently about the time when it was bottled in Virginia to be sent hither (to London). Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- My uncle in Madeira is dead, and he left me five thousand pounds. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- At last we anchored in the open roadstead of Funchal, in the beautiful islands we call the Madeiras. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
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