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bounteous

[ UK /bˈa‍ʊnti‍əs/ ]
ADJECTIVE
  1. given or giving freely
    was a big tipper
    a freehanded host
    a munificent gift
    the bounteous goodness of God
    Saturday's child is loving and giving
    a handsome allowance
    her fond and openhanded grandfather
    bountiful compliments
    a munificent gift
    a liberal backer of the arts

How To Use bounteous In A Sentence

  • The Second Battle of Niagara Our dreams exceeding by thy bounteous spray.
  • Scott Keatley—who along with his wife, Gina, a James Beard scholar and Food Network "Extreme Chef" contestant, founded Nourishing NYC, a nonprofit that feeds those in need and maintains one of the garden's more bounteous beds—admitted that he doesn't always run around in a carrot costume; he has someone else do it for him. A Sunny Plot to Feel Good
  • The bard, as in duty bound, has addressed three long stanzas to Vich Ian Vohr of the Banners, enumerating all his great properties, and not forgetting his being a cheerer of the harper and bard — “a giver of bounteous gifts.” Waverley
  • This one is my gift to all the lazy people who happen upon my blog and cant be bothered to plough any further to discover the bounteous and wondrous delights contained herein.
  • To enhance the appeal among kids, there were stuffed dolls of Santa Clauses placed among the bounteous flowers.
  • The charm of the detail tempted one to linger at every turn, and all the more so because I knew that I should see nothing more of the grace and bounteousness of Nature till my projected descent into Kulu in the late autumn. Among the Tibetans
  • This was in perfect contrast with the model of a village showing bounteous trees and all round greenery, the result of a cleaner and healthier environment.
  • They are his bounteous source for “Sexual Aberration on Campus America,” his clandestine, surefire, tenure pièce de resistancé. “Give me fifty words about a Beaver…”
  • Two Madonna-and-childs, reversed out in a stark negative: the bounteous white woman, bereft of her own baby, suckling the child of a dying African.
  • The themes are still the same where sleep evades; your warmth is shared with bounteousness unchanged in all these years – I cling to edges of your reverie, listening, jealous in a sense, aware your mood is equally as clear to me. Archive 2007-10-01
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