Fervour
[fә:vә]
Examples
- Eternal rigidity had seized upon it in a momentary transition between fervour and resignation. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Yes, yes--I own it, she cried under her breath, with a drowsy fervour of manner and tone which was quite peculiar to her. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- In the fervour of my zeal to distribute the letters, it never occurred to me to inquire about Rachel. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- I think I shall like you again, and yet again: and I will make you confess I do not only _like_, but _love_ you--with truth, fervour, constancy. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- My fervour did not communicate itself; it only alarmed her. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- We were all startled by the fervour of this warning. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- But celestial imperiousness, love, wrath, and fervour had proved to be somewhat thrown away on netherward Egdon. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- I shall be sure to be with you, sir,' said Mr. Trotter; and wringing Sam's hand with the utmost fervour, he walked away. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Nearly everyone had lost too much and suffered too much to rejoice with any fervour. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- I cast the miserable trammels of worldly discretion to the winds, and spoke with the fervour that filled me, in the words that came firSt. Stop! Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Yeobright had enunciated the word her with a fervour which, in conversation with a mother, was absurdly indiscreet. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Ryland's fervour increased--his eyes lighted up--his voice assumed the tone of passion. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- She thanked God for this, and this alone, with a fervour that swept away all rebellious feelings from her mind. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- In the fervour of this impression, I congratulated Mr. Micawber on the treasure he possessed. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- And try to restrain the disproportionate fervour with which you throw yourself into commonplace home pleasures. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
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