Reverie
['rev(ə)rɪ] or ['rɛvəri]
Definition
(noun.) an abstracted state of absorption.
(noun.) absentminded dreaming while awake.
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Definition
(n.) Alt. of Revery
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Synonyms and Synonymous
n. [Fr.] Revery.
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Synonyms and Antonyms
SYN:Dream, daydream, trance, vision, phantasy, ideality, woolgathering, wandering,musing
ANT:Study, attention, diligence, application
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Definition
n. an irregular train of thoughts or fancies in meditation: voluntary inactivity of the external senses to the impressions of surrounding objects during wakefulness: mental abstraction: a waking dream: a brown study.—n. Rev′erist.
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Examples
- In my reverie, methought I saw the continent of Europe, like a wide dream-land, far away. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Why, Fanny, you are absolutely in a reverie. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
- From a reverie of this kind, as she sat at her drawing-table, she was roused one morning, soon after Edward's leaving them, by the arrival of company. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
- When at last she left you, you lapsed at once into deep reverie: you betook yourself slowly to pace the gallery. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- No, sir, returned the trooper, lifting up his eyes and coming out of his reverie. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- The result of his reverie was, No, Emma, I do not think the extent of my admiration for her will ever take me by surprize. Jane Austen. Emma.
- This enabled her to indulge in reverie without seeming to do so--she might have been believed capable of sleeping without closing them up. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- He seemed in a deep reverie, and to be soliloquizing to himself by music. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Mr. Pickwick fell into an enchanting and delicious reverie. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Helen sighed as her reverie fled, and getting up, obeyed the monitor without reply as without delay. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Mr. Pickwick was roused from the agreeable reverie into which he had been led by the objects before him, by a deep sigh, and a touch on his shoulder. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- She was in a reverie of sweet remembrances. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
- But her temper was fluctuating; joy for a few instants shone in her eyes, but it continually gave place to distraction and reverie. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- I thought you were going to tell your speech to that man, said Jo, rudely shortening her sister's little reverie. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- He looked at her wistfully, then seemed to fall into a reverie, as if he were forgetting what he observed. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- The old traditions of the place steal upon his memory and haunt his reveries, and then his fancy clothes all sights and sounds with the supernatural. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- I know not whether I have expressed myself so clearly as not to get out of your sight in these reveries. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- I was alone; none were near me to dissipate the gloom, and relieve me from the sickening oppression of the most terrible reveries. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- This faith gives a solemnity to his reveries that render them to me almost as imposing and interesting as truth. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Nothing is more evident, than that those ideas, to which we assent, are more strong, firm and vivid, than the loose reveries of a castle-builder. David Hume. A Treatise of Human Nature.
- As the word 'brotherly' passed through his mind in one of his reveries, he smiled, and glanced up at the picture of Mozart that was before him. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- The wheeled chair had its associated remembrances and reveries, one may suppose, as every place that is made the station of a human being has. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- Even now I cannot recollect, without passion, my reveries while the work was incomplete. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- My reveries were broken in upon by a low exclamation from the boy. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
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