Strawberry
['strɔːb(ə)rɪ] or ['strɔbɛri]
Definition
(noun.) a soft red birthmark.
(noun.) sweet fleshy red fruit.
(noun.) any of various low perennial herbs with many runners and bearing white flowers followed by edible fruits having many small achenes scattered on the surface of an enlarged red pulpy berry.
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Definition
(n.) A fragrant edible berry, of a delicious taste and commonly of a red color, the fruit of a plant of the genus Fragaria, of which there are many varieties. Also, the plant bearing the fruit. The common American strawberry is Fragaria virginiana; the European, F. vesca. There are also other less common species.
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Unserious Contents or Definition
To dream of strawberries, is favorable to advancement and pleasure. You will obtain some long wished-for object. To eat them, denotes requited love. To deal in them, denotes abundant harvest and happiness.
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Examples
- From that point the railroad had been repaired up to Knoxville and out east to Strawberry Plains. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
- I have seen it gravely remarked, that it was most fortunate that the strawberry began to vary just when gardeners began to attend to this plant. Charles Darwin. On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection.
- No doubt the strawberry had always varied since it was cultivated, but the slight varieties had been neglected. Charles Darwin. On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection.
- It doesn't even taste like strawberries. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- On Midsummer-eve, Adele, weary with gathering wild strawberries in Hay Lane half the day, had gone to bed with the sun. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Come, and eat my strawberries. Jane Austen. Emma.
- But you could pick a few wild strawberries or something. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- He had a paper-bag under each arm and a pottle of strawberries in one hand, and was out of breath. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- If you imagine a country that makes a wine because it tastes like strawberries, he said. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- When you are tired of eating strawberries in the garden, there shall be cold meat in the house. Jane Austen. Emma.
- Yes, you were very cross; and I do not know what about, except that you were too late for the best strawberries. Jane Austen. Emma.
- The blanc mange was lumpy, and the strawberries not as ripe as they looked, having been skilfully 'deaconed'. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- I'll have blanc mange and strawberries for dessert, and coffee too, if you want to be elegant. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- As he said, it did not even taste like strawberries. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
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