ravel out

Definitions

  • WordNet 3.6
    • v ravel out disentangle "can you unravel the mystery?"
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Usage

In literature:

Davy had finished ravelling out his herring net and had wound the twine into a ball.
"Anne Of Avonlea" by Lucy Maud Montgomery
The several straps, after describing a certain number of turns, ravel out at the ends and hang loose.
"The Life of the Spider" by J. Henri Fabre
A man has no right to ravel out his life, even though the threads are of gold.
"The Great Hunger" by Johan Bojer
A half of a sack, carefully raveled out, would furnish a couple of handfuls of thread.
"Andersonville, complete" by John McElroy
There's no crying off for YOU no ravelling out, no clean leaves.
"The Return" by Walter de la Mare
A half of a sack, carefully raveled out, would furnish a couple of handfuls of thread.
"Andersonville, Volume 2" by John McElroy
And must I ravel out My weaved-up follies?
"Waverley, Or 'Tis Sixty Years Hence, Complete" by Sir Walter Scott
She soon made a full confession, in which her accomplices joined her; and the half-completed web of conspiracy was ravelled out.
"The Reign of Henry the Eighth, Volume 1 (of 3)" by James Anthony Froude
Soon the birds came back and, seizing some threads by the ends, raveled them out without difficulty.
"Ways of Wood Folk" by William J. Long
The race of Hohenzollern has wilted and ravelled out to this.
"Raemaekers' Cartoons" by Louis Raemaekers
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In poetry:

The Moo Cow's tail is a piece of rope
All ravelled out where it grows;
And it's just like feeling a piece of soap
All over the Moo Cow's nose.
"Moo Cow Moo" by Edmund Vance Cooke
And, spangled with the shine and shade,
I see the rivers raveled out
In strands of silver, slowly fade
In threads of light along the glade
Where truant roses hide and pout.
"A Summer Sunrise" by James Whitcomb Riley
The leaves are all dead on the group,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
"Reluctance" by Robert Frost
My sleep is a war against waking up,
my waking up is a slow ravelling again into dark
when dreams jump out of my skull
like pictures in a child’s pop-up book
onto paper if my luck can catch them
before they dribble away into dingy dawns.
"Insomniac’s Prayer" by Vassar Miller

In news:

Dressage champs Steffen Peters and Ravel will sit out Olympic trials.
Remnants of the orchestra classic Boléro by Maurice Ravel have wandered in and out of my life through a variety of avenues.
Quakertown's Tim Ravel (2) tags out Rob Bernardo of the Jersey Pilots in a ACBL game earlier this season.
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