• WordNet 3.6
    • v empurple color purple
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • v. t Empurple To tinge or dye of a purple color; to color with purple; to impurple. "The deep empurpled ran."
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Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
    • empurple To tinge or color with purple:
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • v.t Empurple em-pur′pl to dye or tinge purple.
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
Pref. em-, + purple,. Cf. Impurple


In literature:

After the Mayflowers came the violets, and Violet Vale was empurpled with them.
"Anne Of Green Gables" by Lucy Maud Montgomery
The mist, gloomily empurpled, magnified the star.
"Les Misérables Complete in Five Volumes" by Victor Hugo
His was the haggard, empurpled face of the old actor who has taken to drink.
"Nana, The Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille" by Emile Zola
The distant eastern summits were empurpled with the parting glories of the day.
"In Search of the Castaways" by Jules Verne
Magnificent weather, a sunrise that empurpled all the landscape, displayed the river in all its limpid serenity.
"The Man in the Iron Mask" by Alexandre Dumas, Pere
But Mrs. Du Plessis smiled sweetly with her empurpled lips, and the colonel did not mind the disgrace a particle.
"Two Knapsacks" by John Campbell
There, in the sun, the clustered vineyard bends, And shines empurpled, as the morn ascends!
"The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1" by William Lisle Bowles
The empurpled Alloway grew purpler at the sight of a coolness he did not share.
"The Admirable Tinker" by Edgar Jepson
He read what was neatly type-written upon the other side, and his gross, empurpled face was seen to change, to assume a patchy greyness.
"The Sins of Séverac Bablon" by Sax Rohmer
He swore a great oath, empurpling the air.
"Pagan Passions" by Gordon Randall Garrett
The sky was empurpled towards the west, and the entire sea-shore was wrapped in shadow.
"Bouvard and Pécuchet" by Gustave Flaubert
Bands of renegade Apaches lurked among its empurpled peaks.
"When the West Was Young" by Frederick R. Bechdolt
He hated them with a ferocity which made veins stand out upon his temples and fury empurple his skin.
"The Hate Disease" by William Fitzgerald Jenkins
These words perfectly electrified Alfred, and the blush of offended modesty empurpled his melancholy features.
"The Mysteries of Paris, Volume 3 of 6" by Eugène Sue
There, too, were the distant hills, and the empurpled heathery waste, where the golden gorse grew so densely.
"Sweet Mace" by George Manville Fenn
His muscles relaxed, his face became distorted, empurpled.
"Paradise Bend" by William Patterson White
But the Tuckleton face was empurpled with rage.
"The Rider of Golden Bar" by William Patterson White
The moon rose, empurpling the frowning kopjes and filling the whole foreground with magnesian radiance.
"South Africa and the Transvaal War, Vol. 3 (of 6)" by Louis Creswicke
May thy sword, so many times empurpled with the blood of our enemies, be still turned against those oppressors.
"The New-York Weekly Magazine" by Various
Twilight was empurpling the hills when they arrived.
"The Pike's Peak Rush" by Edwin L. Sabin

In poetry:

There, fondly seated by her side,
The youth her fluttered spirits cheered,
And o'er the eve-empurpled tide
To find the priest of Hymen steered.
"The Origin of the Sail" by Amelia Opie
And when the daring kiss of morn,
Empurpling, made thy charms more fair,
Sweet strains from unseen minstrels borne
Awoke from dreams the perfumed air.
"To The Venus Of Melos" by John Lawson Stoddard
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,
And all the west empurpled with their death,
How swift oblivion drinks the fallen sun,
How little while the dusk remembereth!
"Moonrise Over Tyringham" by Edith Wharton
Arise, then, Zamperina, Day grows old,
The Shepherd pipes his sundered Flocks to Fold,
Your Garments quail and ripple in the Chill,
Your pagan Nose empurples with the Cold.
"The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr." by Wallace Irwin
O, joy-empurpled height,
Down whose enchanted sides
The rosy mist now glides,
How can I loose thy sight?
How can my eyes turn where my feet must go,
Trailing their way in woe?
"Passing" by Frances Fuller Victor
What maidens met us on our way, and clasped us hand in hand!
What cherubs,--not the legless kind, that fly, but never stand!
How many a youthful head we've seen put on its silver crown
What sudden changes back again to youth's empurpled brown!
"Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College" by Oliver Wendell Holmes