Paths
[pɑːθz] or [pɑθz]
Definition
(pl. ) of Path
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Examples
- He knows how vast the field is, and how many paths constantly beckon him. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
- How Tom, genius-like, struck out new paths, and, relinquishing the old names of the letters, called U _bell_ and P _bottle_. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- Paths, hedges, fields, houses, and trees, were enveloped in one deep shade. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Bishop, mentally perambulating among paths of peace, was altogether swallowed up in absence of mind. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- Few rustic paths are wide enough for five, and Bella and the Secretary dropped behind. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- He has strewn with misery the paths of others, and he will live to strew with misery the path of this woman by his side. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- If the gentleman's servant would wheel along the paths, he could keep nigh us, and we could lift it over the stiles, and that. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- And that same evening, walking among the moon-lit forest paths, I poured forth my whole heart, its transport and its hope, to my friend. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- For a while, I hid myself among some lanes and by-paths, and then struck off to walk all the way to London. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- He walked along towards home without attending to paths. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- But again the frost came, and made the paths of the sea secure. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- For years the Turks and Byzantines had intermarried, and hunted in couples in strange by-paths of diplomacy. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- Like one who has lost his way and is weary, she sat and saw as in one glance all the paths of her young hope which she should never find again. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- There were no beaten paths, and the way was beset with unknown perils; there was no experience to guide. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- So sink the shadows of night, blustering, rainy; and all paths grow dark. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- That she will tread in the paths of virtue and honour, and--the--a--so forth. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- I went all round it; round by the corner where Herbert and I had fought our battle; round by the paths where Estella and I had walked. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- The roads all go along the river mouths to the sea and to cross the country you must go along the paths beside the canals. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Nothing was moved before I got there, and strict orders were given that no one should walk upon the paths leading to the house. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Meg went back to toast her feet and read _Ivanhoe_, and Jo began to dig paths with great energy. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- To advance along smooth and pleasant paths, to encounter no obstacles, to wrestle with no difficulties and hardships--such has absolutely no fascination to him. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- The moor is intersected with paths, and the moon was at the full. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Rain had fallen on the night before and we examined the lawn and the paths all round the house, but in vain. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- On these journeys the harvester frequently travels long distances over paths so buried by the undergrowth of the jungle that they are almost invisible to the untrained eye. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- What, then, is the nature of dialectic, and what are the paths which lead thither? Plato. The Republic.
- Happiness, love and peace, walked the forest paths, and tempered the atmosphere. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- The gravel paths were moist and the grass was wet with dew. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- When the travellers had pushed on at a rapid rate through many devious paths, the Palmer at length broke silence. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- I was lost in the mazes of my future fortunes, and could not retrace the by-paths we had trodden together. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
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