Verb
To delight.
Usage- Uncommon
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For they were gretely delected and enioyed togiders
For (many tymes) yᵗ thynge that doeth delect and please: is iudged or supposed profytable / althoughe in dede (moche contrary) it do noy and hurte.
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Yf you fortune to come where they ben / & begyn somwhat to delecte in theyr maters: I aduyse you dissimule & take vpon you yt you herde thẽ not / ne set any thynge therby.
The thing in this lyf that delects indures bot a moment.
And if in the vast Petegrination of Books, it may please God, that but one delected heart may by any good word in It, be a little lifted vp; […]
Returned home, with superfluous lassitude, they delect themselves with their extreme usefulness, relate all they have said or done in the day, to-morrow to renew their impertinent futility.
We had purposed to write an analytical outline of this most splendid treatise, but our limits forbid, and we invite our readers who have not done so to delect themselves with reading it.
This table was indeed the “festive board” of the establishment; it was not expected of the visitors to Breitenbach’s that they should delect themselves elsewhere than at its broad surface.
While Mr. Rogers was thus delecting himself, in anticipation, with R⸺’s execution, Mrs. Grote, by whose side I was sitting on a low stool, quietly unfolded another letter of Sydney Smith’s, and silently held it before my eyes, and the very first words in it were a most ludicrous allusion to Rogers’s cadaverous appearance.
[…] he himself is a very good teacher and demonstrator how I should solace, showing me by example how I should delect myself with that wherein he delighteth, […]
I could not but wonder how Henry stands his evenings here; the Polynesian loves gaiety—I feed him with decimals, the mariner’s compass, derivations, grammar, and the like; delecting myself, after the manner of my race, moult tristement.
They generally have a layer of fat which affords a good deal of oil, with which the Esquimaux delect themselves.
Two younger writers, both, however, already “laureates” of the Academy and critics of a made reputation, have offered the most agreeable series of biographical-anecdotic histories for the aid of those who delect themselves in the personalities of the great.
This may seem a harsh judgment to pass on the newspaper-reading public which eagerly purchases and peruses these sheets; on the men of business who hurry over their columns, on the women who study them, on the girls and boys of still tender years who impregnate their minds with all the unsavoriness and all the abominations which are coarsely and crudely told in these debased productions of the publisher’s art, on the workmen who, after a day’s toil, delect themselves in the enjoyment of attacks on all that is best in the world, and in infinite details of all that is worst.
Thank you also for your pamphlet, which I had not yet seen, & with which I shall delect myself the day after tomorrow, en route to Alsace.
Sunflower seeds and peanuts are his favorite morsels, and his way of delecting himself is as quaint as his way of slipping down a tree trunk head first.
Ah Chew, the patron, and his family were probably drinking rice-brandy or fruit-wine and delecting themselves with birds[-]nest soup with some friends or neighbours; […]
This boy had seemed to wish to see his hand a mass of wounds and to delect himself with the awful feeling of his own black passion.
A gigantic 480-page Morality, like Light in August, is to me profitless and tiresome: a Calvinist moralist, delecting himself with, and turning to good library-sale’s account, scenes of chopping, gashing, hacking, and slitting, is to me ‘abomination’ if it is not ‘bitchery’ – to use the words of one of his more typical figures, ‘Old Doc Hines’.
Others delect themselves in grandious ideas, wearing a crown.
His famous last words, before entering the arena: Allow me to delect myself with these lions, whom I would wish more cruel than they are.
As such, I for one (to be both personal and nostalgic now) grew up in Austria over fifty years ago and read there my first books: […] Hauff’s Fairy Tales, consumed (how can I forget?) while perched in a neighbor’s backyard cherry tree and delecting myself on their fruit.