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Uproar after daughter’s dropped old woman
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beldam
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The Collaborative International Dictionary
Word definitions in The Collaborative International Dictionary
Beldam \Bel"dam\ Beldame \Bel"dame\, n. [Pref. bel-, denoting relationship + dame mother: cf. F. belledame fair lady, It. belladonna. See Belle , and Dame .] Grandmother; -- corresponding to belsire. To show the beldam daughters of her daughter. --Shak. ...
WordNet
Word definitions in WordNet
n. an ugly evil-looking old woman [syn: hag , beldame , witch , crone ] a woman of advanced age [syn: beldame ]
Wiktionary
Word definitions in Wiktionary
n. (alternative spelling of beldame English)
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Word definitions in Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
"aged woman," 1570s; earlier "grandmother" (mid-15c.), from dame (q.v.) in the sense of "mother" + bel- , Middle English prefix expressing relationship (as in belfader , belsire "grandfather"), from Old French bel , belle "beautiful, fair, fine" (see belle ...
Usage examples of beldam.
There are two of us still to find, and the beldam is already angry with you for uncovering me.
We came presently, after having agreed on this notable expedient, to one of those hedge-accommodations for foot passengers, at the door do which stood an old crazy beldam, who seeing us trudge by, invited us to lodge there.
There hobbles Goody Foster, a sour and bitter old beldam, looking as if she went to curse, and not to pray, and whom many of her neighbors suspect of taking an occasional airing on a broomstick.
And from one of those dark windows two grey beldams were peering into the night and trembling for the riches that were the price of their souls.
And from one of those dark windows two grey beldams were peering into the night and trembling for the riches that were the price of their souls.
The vesper had been said, yet here and there A wrinkled beldam, or mourner veiled, Or burly burgher on the cold floor knelt, And still the organist, with wandering hands, Drew from the keys mysterious melodies, And filled the church with flying waifs of song, That with ethereal beauty moved the soul To a more tender prayer and gentler faith Than choral anthems and the solemn mass.