• WordNet 3.6
    • v unstring remove the strings from "unstring my guitar"
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • Unstring To deprive of a string or strings; also, to take from a string; as, to unstring beads.
    • Unstring To loosen the string or strings of; as, to unstring a harp or a bow.
    • Unstring To relax the tension of; to loosen. "His garland they unstring ."
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • v.t Unstring un-string′ to take the strings off: to relax or loosen
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
1st pref. un-, + string,


In literature:

I'll unstring my bow, if you think that.
"The Cloister and the Hearth" by Charles Reade
Pity relaxes all my fibres and unstrings my nerves.
"The Lily of the Valley" by Honore de Balzac
That such emotion could so unstring Louis Arnold was a marvel.
"Other Things Being Equal" by Emma Wolf
There is one who shall chasten this body of thine, put out thy torch and unstring thy bow.
"Marius the Epicurean, Volume One" by Walter Horatio Pater
One dark discovery quells his spirit, unstrings his heart, and stales to him for ever the uses of the world.
"Eugene Aram, Complete" by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
Meantime, as if fearful that the continuance of the scene might too much unstring his master, the servant seemed anxious to terminate it.
"The Piazza Tales" by Herman Melville
My nerves need a banging, just enough not to wholly unstring them.
"The Atlantic Monthly , Volume 2, No. 14, December 1858" by Various
The Indian knows enough to unstring his bow just as soon as he uses it so that it will not lose its resilience.
"Pushing to the Front" by Orison Swett Marden
They became aware of the melancholy fact that fatigue unstrings the youngest and toughest sinews.
"The Young Fur Traders" by R.M. Ballantyne
We meet only an embarrassment of choice when we start to unstring the chaplet of our carking cares.
"The Simple Life" by Charles Wagner

In poetry:

I puked up your greasy hair,
Ugly black whore;
You tried to unstring
My guitar.
"My Little Lovelies" by Arthur Rimbaud
And, haply, Death unstrings his bow
And Sorrow stands apart,
And, for a little while, we know
The sunshine of the heart.
"Winter Stores" by Charlotte Bronte