begrime

Definitions

  • WordNet 3.6
    • v begrime make soiled, filthy, or dirty "don't soil your clothes when you play outside!"
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • v. t Begrime To soil with grime or dirt deeply impressed or rubbed in. "Books falling to pieces and begrimed with dust."
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Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
    • begrime To make grimy; cover or impress as with dirt or grime.
    • begrime Synonyms Tarnish, etc. See soil.
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • v.t Begrime be-grīm′ to grime or soil deeply.
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Usage

In literature:

The smouldering fires in John's manly breast could have raised him from a begrimed, somewhat sluggish, driver to a brilliant hero.
"The Iron Horse" by R.M. Ballantyne
He set his heel upon his spade and pitched the earth-begrimed potatoes in the skip he filled.
"Wisdom, Wit, and Pathos of Ouida" by Ouida
It was dirty and begrimed, but it was truly ice.
"My Terminal Moraine" by Frank E. Stockton
The body was begrimed with soot and mud.
"A Royal Prisoner" by Pierre Souvestre
It was a very dirty-looking shop, with begrimed bricks and blackened woodwork.
"The Big Bow Mystery" by I. Zangwill
What an exhibition of mummery it was in that time-begrimed temple!
"Due West" by Maturin Murray Ballou
At twilight, long before the appointed hour, he returned empty-handed, much begrimed with dirt.
"Soldier Stories" by Rudyard Kipling
Like their horses, all three were thoroughly tired, and their clothes torn and dust begrimed.
"When Dreams Come True" by Ritter Brown
These he smoothed with his rough begrimed hands, and then placed them on the table.
"The Tale of Timber Town" by Alfred Grace
It was as though Cinderella, dusty and begrimed with her ashes, had suddenly donned her princess's robe.
"Lover or Friend" by Rosa Nouchette Carey
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In poetry:

We know the hell of a Parisian street,
And Venice, cool in water and in stone;
The scent of lemons in the southern heat;
The fuming piles of soot-begrimed Cologne.
"The Scythians" by Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
And they? Where are they now? The bust,
The elaborately carven tomb,
Whose scrolls, begrimed by age and dust,
None care to stoop and scan for whom,
Are all remaining to express
Their monumental nothingness.
"Mozart’s Grave" by Alfred Austin