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  • v. Third-person singular simple present indicative form of perorate.


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  • Courtesy of Lady Bracknell, who occasionally perorates, here's the brief horror story of a mishap with public transit.

    Saturday Slumgullion #17

  • And if we pass from the world of talent to spheres which the mediocre exploit, there, in a pell-mell of confusion, we see those who think that we are in the world to talk and hear others talk -- the great and hopeless rout of babblers, of everything that prates, bawls, and perorates and, after all, finds that there isn't talking enough.

    The Simple Life

  • Thus the _Evening Standard_ perorates against some pacificist lecturer

    The World in Chains Some Aspects of War and Trade

  • Marshal of France, 'cool and capable of anything,' whom Mr. Carlyle perorates about as the 'war-god.'

    France and the Republic A Record of Things Seen and Learned in the French Provinces During the 'Centennial' Year 1889

  • Wiseman and the Puseyites; instead of declaiming on public spirit, perorates on the “glory of God.”

    The Essays of "George Eliot" Complete

  • If he gain the ear of the Respectable at a distance, it is by insisting on September and such like; it is at the expense of this Paris where he dwells and perorates.

    The French Revolution

  • Nor are prodigies wanting: lo, while a Captain of the Section Poissonniere perorates with vehemence about Dumouriez, Maximum, and Crypto-Royalist Traitors, and his troop beat chorus with him, waving their Banner overhead, the eye of

    The French Revolution

  • He drives now, with his de Stael, rapidly to the Armies, to the Frontier Towns; produces rose-coloured Reports, not too credible; perorates, gesticulates; wavers poising himself on the top, for a moment, seen of men; then tumbles, dismissed, washed away by the

    The French Revolution

  • Deputy Brissot perorates from that Tribune; Desmoulins, our wicked

    The French Revolution

  • Nineteen hundred years; and good Dampmartin, wayworn, in winter frost, probably with scant light of stars and fish-oil, still perorates from the Inn-window!

    The French Revolution


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