Roused
[rauzd]
Definition
(imp. & p. p.) of Rouse
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Examples
- This preposterous order roused the Carthaginians to despair. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- But the light of that day's discovery, shining on these considerations, roused him to take a more decided course of action. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- He was roused from a meditation on these dire imaginings by the sudden appearance of two figures at a turn of the lane. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- At length he roused himself to explain that he wanted money to be raised on this watch. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- It was clear that the whole establishment was roused. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Fascination is never so imperial as when, roused and half ireful, she threatens transformation to fierceness. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- In the following year observation of work in a brewery roused his curi osity in reference to carbonic acid. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- That ravenous second hunger of poverty--the hunger for money--roused them into tumult and activity in a moment. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- His blood was a little roused by Mr. Thornton's manner, more than by his words. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Oliver roused himself, and made his best obeisance. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- The news reached Felix, and roused him from his dream of pleasure. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- He appeared somewhat reassured, on beholding her in the same listless attitude from which he had first roused her. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- She remained impassive on the same spot, silent and motionless, until the striking of the church clock roused her, and she turned away. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- He sat up, roused by a new thought. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- He roused himself at the sight of me. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- 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.
- It was well for me that the Count's revelation roused Sir Percival's anger as it did. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- I have borne long with self-reproach that would have roused any mind less torpid and cowardly than mine. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- For the second time--with the frantic perversity of a roused woman--she caught me by the arm, and barred my way out. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- I roused, and interested you, because I was so unlike _them_. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
- As he became rational, he ought to have roused himself and shaken off all that was unworthy in their authority. Jane Austen. Emma.
- The men there made her alert, roused her curiosity. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- The old man turned to close the door, as he made this reflection; the noise thus occasioned, roused the girl. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- She was roused from these speculations by a familiar touch on her arm, and turning saw Gus Trenor beside her. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- But there are oddities in things, continued Mr. Brooke, whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Dear, dear,' exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who had been evidently roused by his friend's appeal; 'what an annoyance that door is! Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- The English people were roused to a pitch of extreme indignation by these outrages. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- I remembered in one of her harshest moments a quotation of mine had roused her to anger and disdain. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- I was roused by the silent presence of my aunt at my bedside. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
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