Broomy

Definitions

  • Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • a Broomy Of or pertaining to broom; overgrowing with broom; resembling broom or a broom. "If land grow mossy or broomy ."
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Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
    • broomy Pertaining to or consisting of broom; bearing broom: as, a “broomy peak,”
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • adj Broomy abounding in or consisting of broom
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Etymology

Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
A.S. bróm; Ger. bram.

Usage

In literature:

The road going south and west by Broomy Walk leads to Fordingbridge on the Avon.
"Wanderings in Wessex" by Edric Holmes
But, after all, Broomie's record must be remembered.
"Elizabeth's Campaign" by Mrs. Humphrey Ward
The youth with broomy stumps began to trace The kennel edge, where wheels had worn the place.
"The Tatler, Volume 1, 1899" by George A. Aitken
Where windin' Tarf, by broomy knowes, vol.
"The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume VI" by Various
Where windin' Tarf, by broomy knowes, vol.
"The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volumes I-VI." by Various
Long ways to the railroad, an' say, mebbe drivin' them broomies isn't tough!
"Valley of Wild Horses" by Zane Grey
Therefore, bathing our feet in beauty, we went bounding over the flowery fields and broomy braes to the grove-girdled Craig-Hall.
"Recreations of Christopher North, Volume I (of 2)" by John Wilson
And from the door one can see the green fields and broomy knowes where Maisie and I had played so long.
"The Men of the Moss-Hags" by S. R. Crockett
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In poetry:

'And whar gat ye that young thing,
My boy Tammy?'
'I gat her down in yonder bow,
Smiling on a broomy know,
Herding ae wee lamb and ewe
For her poor mammy.'
"The Lammie" by Hector MacNeill
"And whare got ye that young thing,
My boy, Tammy?"
"I gat her down in yonder howe,
Smiling on a broomy knowe,
Herding a wee lamb and ewe
For her poor mammy."
"My Boy, Tammy" by Hector MacNeill
Attune the lay that should adorn
Ilk verse descriptive o' the morn;
Whan round Forth's Links o' waving corn,
At peep o' dawn
Frae broomy know the whitening thorn
He raptur'd ran:
"The Links O' Forth : Or, A Parting Peep At The Carse O' Sterling" by Hector MacNeill
Poor, fond enthusiast! whither stray?
By wimpling burn or broomy brae?
Wasting, I ween, the live-lang day
In am'rous rhime?--
The hour will come, thou'lt sigh, and say,
What loss o' time!
"The Links O' Forth : Or, A Parting Peep At The Carse O' Sterling" by Hector MacNeill