Merriment
['merɪm(ə)nt]
Definition
(n.) Gayety, with laughter; mirth; frolic.
Edited by Edward
Synonyms and Synonymous
n. Mirth, jollity, gayety, hilarity, joviality, sportiveness, jocularity, liveliness.
Inputed by Jackson
Examples
- Nearly seventy, I believe, answered Meg, counting stitches to hide the merriment in her eyes. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- He saw the joke quickly, however, and joined in the general merriment caused by this prank. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- A happy party it appeared to her, all interested in one object: cheerful beyond a doubt, for the sound of merriment ascended even to her. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
- And amid the noise of merriment from below they descended. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Mr. Brown kindly undertook to give my aunt Martha her first lesson, which created much merriment. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Margaret stopped her merriment as soon as she saw Mrs. Thornton's annoyed look. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Finally, on the top corridor, which ran outside three untenanted bedrooms, he again was seized with a spasm of merriment. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Having with difficulty restrained an explosion of merriment, lest it should offend her majesty, Laurie tapped and was graciously received. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- It was writhing with inward merriment. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Penelope resented my merriment, in rather a strange way. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Tell on, please, he said, taking his face out of the sofa cushion, red and shining with merriment. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- I was very merry, I know; but it was hollow merriment. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- In fact, one and all laid aside their secret cares and plans to indulge in light-hearted merriment at the simple meal. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- A sudden burst of song and merriment seemed to sting her to the heart; she murmured, Can he have the heart? Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Oh dear, said Mary, her face breaking into merriment as she seemed to consider a moment, I don't like their neckcloths. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
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