• Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • n Sad-iron sad′-ī′urn a smoothing-iron: a box-iron.
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In literature:

But the wall was hard as iron, and hurt her sadly through her gay silken slippers.
"A Double Story" by George MacDonald
The organ droned sadly in its iron cage to a few musical amateurs.
"Yeast: A Problem" by Charles Kingsley
The old man was trying to analyze the sad and ironical smile with which Simoun had received the news that he was to be arrested.
"The Reign of Greed" by Jose Rizal
The strange iron habit of her life held her, and he went sadly from the room.
"The Reason Why" by Elinor Glyn
Never shall I forget that face, that ironic and distant look, that sad and melodious voice.
"Atlantida" by Pierre Benoit
Her hair was iron gray and she bent a worn, sad, severe face over a mass of notes before her.
"The Day of the Beast" by Zane Grey
He travels upon rails of iron, and he smiles, but still is sad, because he thinks; and he who thinks must weep.
"The Singing Mouse Stories" by Emerson Hough
Let us trace, compassionately if ironically, the mistakes of this sad woman.
"Browning's Heroines" by Ethel Colburn Mayne
But on his heavy heart such sadness sate, 1610 As if they there transferred that iron weight.
"The Works Of Lord Byron, Vol. 3 (of 7)" by Lord Byron
This was a sad-looking vehicle of an early vintage, held together by binding wire and bits of sheet iron.
"Still Jim" by Honoré Willsie Morrow

In poetry:

Bitter grazing in sick pastures
Animal sadness & the daybed
Iron curtains pried open.
The elaborate sun implies
dust, knives, voices.
"The New Creatures" by James Douglas Morrison
Where the everlasting's breath
Odors mysteries of death.
Where iron-weeds, rusted
Leaf and pod,
By insects dusted,
Rustle--then in autumn sadness nod.
"By A Silent Stream" by Cale Young Rice
Subdued his accents, as of one who tries
To press some care, some haunting sadness down;
His smile half shadow; and to stranger eyes
The kingly forehead wore an iron crown.
"Edward Everett" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
This aside saw Father Asan Aga,—
Sadly cried he to his darling children:
"Hither come, ye dear unhappy infants,
For your mother's breast is turn'd to iron,
Lock'd for ever, closed to all compassion!"
"Death-Lament Of The Noble Wife Of Asan Aga" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Each bucket of iron at the wells of the farmyards,
Each bucket and pulley, it creaks and it wails;
By cisterns of farmyards, the pulleys and pails
They creak and they cry,
The whole of sad death in their melancholy.
"The Wind" by Emile Verhaeren

In news:

Colleague Ivan Maisel notes the rather sad, ironic double talk from Texas and Oklahoma this week.
The sad death of world champion surfer Andy Irons is still surrounded by mystery.
The name is ironic, given the place's sad falling off.
It's sadly ironic that after being accused of being a spoiled rich girl, Willow 's "all you guys are jealous" outburst is exactly the sort of thing a spoiled rich girl would say.