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  • n. yesterday evening
  • adv. yesterday evening

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

  • n. The evening of yesterday; the evening last past.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. Same as yestereven.


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From Middle English, alteration of yestereven ("last night, yesterday evening"), from Old English ġiestranǣfen ("yesterday evening"), equivalent to yester- +‎ even (“evening”).


  • We parted company with them at their destination yestereve to continue on our way in a quest for our king.

    Healing the Highlander

  • The bridegroom to whom they displayed me yestereve lay with me all night, and took my virginity and I am with child by him.

    The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night

  • My wonderful friend, Stacey, invited 4 of her girlfriends over for a delicious dinner yestereve.

    General Friday update

  • And yestereve, in a pleasant dream, I saw the old country.

    Scarborough Settler's Lament

  • It began yestereve, and all Ithilien was under shadow last night.

    The Lord of the Rings

  • Now, when Amleth's companions asked him why he had refrained from the feast of yestereve, as if it were poison, he answered that the bread was flecked with blood and tainted; that there was a tang of iron in the liquor; while the meats of the feast reeked of the stench of a human carcase, and were infected by a kind of smack of the odour of the charnel.

    The Danish History, Books I-IX

  • It was as though she sensed something sinister that lay in wait for her round the next corner, and all her efforts to recapture the radiant exultation of her mood of yestereve, to shake off the nervous dread that had laid hold of her, failed miserably.

    The Splendid Folly

  • But the great wind of yestereve that had ended the spring and brought in the summer had dragged it from its place and flung it, a jumble of emerald leaves and sweet clusters of creamy blossoms, across the path and the steps of the porch.


  • I cannot wait until the seventh day to write thee again, as my letter to thee yestereve was full of sadness and longing.

    My Lady of the Chinese Courtyard

  • The simple truth, of course, is that this is the one hour of the day when we are face to face with the evil visage of life unmasked; our little rosy illusions of yestereve are stale and crumpled.

    Ma Pettengill


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