[aʊə] or ['aʊɝ]
(pl. ) of I
(possessive pron.) Of or pertaining to us; belonging to us; as, our country; our rights; our troops; our endeavors. See I.
adj. and pron. pertaining or belonging to us—prov. Ourn.—prons. Ours possessive of We; Ourself′ myself (as a king or queen would say):—pl. Ourselves (-selvz′) we not others: us.
- There is something terribly appalling in our situation, yet my courage and hopes do not desert me. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- We were then led up to the door, where we were directed to get down on our hands and knees with our backs toward the room we were to enter. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- Again you find us, Miss Summerson, said he, using our little arts to polish, polish! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Our fair client seemed a little confused. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- This principle we derive from experience, and is the source of most of our philosophical reasonings. David Hume. A Treatise of Human Nature.
- But she took such a long walk up and down our rooms that night, while I was writing to Agnes, that I began to think she meant to walk till morning. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- This is the arm of which so much was heard during the recent war with Spain, and against which our soldiers had to contend. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
- He was born in the tenth year of our marriage, just when I had given up all hope of being a father. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- As our visitor concluded, Holmes sprang up without a word, handed me my hat, picked his own from the table, and followed Dr. Trevelyan to the door. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- It an't our stations in life that changes us, Mr Clennam; thoughts is free! Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- To what problems, what issues, shall we give our attention? Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- Not but what myself and Micawber have our hands pretty full, in general, on account of Mr. Wickfield's being hardly fit for any occupation, sir. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- In all the incidents of life we ought still to preserve our scepticism. David Hume. A Treatise of Human Nature.
- I say this here for two reasons--because I hope to avoid the critical attack of the genuine Marxian specialist, and because the observation is, I believe, relevant to our subject. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- From the window of Worcester's barrack-room I used to amuse myself reviewing our troops, but not after the fashion of Catharine of Russia. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- You are so kind to us, we feel as if you were our brother and say just what we think. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- We have turned our attention to that experiment, on the suggestion of my family, and we find it fallacious. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- So we kept our watch together in silence. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- We always used that name for marshes, in our country. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- Is our dress a pit-dress or a gallery-dress ma'am? Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Egypt and our friends the Bermudians! Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- Thus it appears, that the principle, which opposes our passion, cannot be the same with reason, and is only called so in an improper sense. David Hume. A Treatise of Human Nature.
- That is not the way things come about: we grow into a new point of view: only afterwards, in looking back, do we see the landmarks of our progress. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- According to that doctrine, motives deprive us not of free-will, nor take away our power of performing or forbearing any action. David Hume. A Treatise of Human Nature.
- As long as we could hold our position the enemy was limited in supplies of food, men and munitions of war to what they had on hand. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
- He said as much in our short interview, and I fancy that he meant it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- Here I borrowed a horse from my uncle, and the following day we proceeded on our journey. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
- Let our buxom chaplain stand forth, and expound to this reverend father the texts which concern this matter. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- Our friend, the doctor, was hard put to it when he wrote this. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- The pleasanter face which had replaced his, on the occasion of my last visit, answered to our summons, and went before us to the drawing-room. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.