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- adj. Conveying applause.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- adj. Expressing applause; approbative.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- Applauding; containing applause; of the nature of applause.
- Worthy of applause. Chapman.
Maitre Pierre, in whom the bravado of the young gallant seemed only to excite laughter, more scornful than applausive.
When the murmur of this applausive exclamation had subsided, Alexius proceeded: — “Once more, I say, that my faithful Grand Domestic, and those who act under him, will take care to commit the execution of such part of these orders as may seem aggressive, to troops of foreign appearance and language, which, I grieve to say, are more numerous in our imperial army than our natural-born and orthodox subjects.”
(“Good-by, men!”), and vanished with us from their applausive presence.
Clearly he was amused — as amused as a man could be who was so little ever surprised, and that made him almost applausive.
Silk gowns and snowy wigs raise the applausive roar!
His lordship kindly gratified them as much as possible, with a sight of his person, by repeatedly presenting himself at the window; and was as repeatedly greeted by the grateful and applausive shouts of the surrounding multitude, invoking Heaven's best blessings on the noble champion of his country.
He can listen to a foolish discourse with an applausive attention, and conceal his laughter at nonsense.
For, as Nathalie passed through the long _salons_, she was followed by such a trail of whispers, envious, malicious, amazed, from the women, universally applausive from the men, that the Countess suddenly realized that she held in her hands
Alice's talk was little more than cheerful sound, but, to fill a desolate interval, served its purpose; and her mother supported her with ever-faithful cooings of applausive laughter.
Add to the fact of the challenge, another fact, that she is of Irish blood, and that her gallery gods are just inside the door, and it is a pity her audience should be merely the hens and I. Thus do I ever hover at hand, softly applausive of my mother's defense of her garden, secretly appreciative of the devious ways of vegetables, witnessing -- to forgive -- the wanderings of my father's flock.