Shorn
[ʃɔːn] or [ʃɔrn]
Definition
(-) of Shear
(-) p. p. of Shear.
Edited by Anselm
Definition
pa.p. of shear.—n. Shōr′ling Shōre′ling a newly-shorn sheep.
Inputed by Hilary
Examples
- But it will soon grow out again, said Beth, coming to kiss and comfort the shorn sheep. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Paul, for light enough still lingered to show the velvet blackness of his close-shorn head, and the sallow ivory of his brow) looked in. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- And, touching her hat a la Laurie, away went Jo, feeling like a shorn sheep on a wintry day. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Paul's hair was shorn close as raven down, or I think it would have bristled on his head. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- And there was always the other great dread--of himself becoming dimmed and forever ray-shorn in her eyes. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- The gay plumage, shorn from the crests, drifted upon the breeze like snow-flakes. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- He ordered every horse and mule in Persia to be shorn, and pulled down the battlements of the neighbouring cities. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- But her fears seemed the uglier, thus shorn of their vagueness; and besides, she had to act, not rave. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- For her children's sake alone she consented to remain, shorn of regality, a member of the English republic. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- There will be a time when the day will be as long as a year is now, and the cooling sun, shorn of its beams, will hang motionless in the heavens. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- All her magnificent hair, which had before reached and now again descends much below her waist, had been shorn from her beautiful little head. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Dorothea drove along between the berried hedgerows and the shorn corn-fields, not seeing or hearing anything around. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Long lines of benches were arranged in the close-shorn fields round the school. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
Editor: Lucia