from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- adj. Of a golden color; gilded.
- adj. Inflated and pompous in style.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- adj. golden in color or shine
- adj. characterized by inflated or pompous language
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- adj. Golden; gilded.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- Golden; gilded; golden-yellow, as a flower.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- adj. elaborately or excessively ornamented
- adj. having the deep slightly brownish color of gold
I conjecture that your professor uses aureate palaver to augment the appraised merit of your edification.
We are apt to associate it with the prolix statements of policy makers and the aureate pomposity of evangelists.
Now the city, with all its meaningless wonders, its mind-wracking vistas, and its fantastic inhabitants, was falling behind him; he could relax once more with the spectacle of those calm, magnificent peaks, gilded by the faintly aureate glow of the eternal dawn.
Above it were the roller and bee-eater and hoopoe, all fabulously Mediterranean with hot aureate colors that were not, even in the late 1960s, permitted in Britain yet, except under license to the kingfisher.
And we sit in aureate judgment, in the glow of well-deserved pride, for our rightness has returned rightness, and the criminal has died.
Their wide gray irises were flecked with golden amber and sapphire — flecks that shone like clusters of little aureate and azure stars.
From them came the gem fires piercing the aureate mists.
From the flaming crimson center to aureate, flashing penumbra it was instinct with and poured forth power — power vast and conscious.
Then drawn perhaps by my gaze, she dropped her eyes upon me; golden, translucent, with tiny flecks of amber in their aureate irises, the soul that looked through them was as far removed from that flaming out of the priestess as zenith is above nadir.
The sea of crimson lacquer, with its floating moons of luminous colour — this bow of prismed stone leaping to the weird isle crowned by the anomalous, aureate excrescence — the half human batrachians-the elfland through which we had passed, with all its hidden wonders and terrors — I felt the foundations of my cherished knowledge shaking.
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