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morose
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Word definitions for morose in dictionaries
Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English
Word definitions in Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English
adjective EXAMPLES FROM OTHER ENTRIES ▪ a morose man ▪ Frank was sitting alone at the table, looking morose . ▪ Since the accident she's been morose and moody. ▪ Some people become morose and depressed when they first retire. EXAMPLES FROM CORPUS ▪ And ...
Usage examples of morose.
EPI: Fie, master Morose, that you will use this violence to a man of the church.
HAU: It shall not need, mistress Morose, we will all bear, rather than one shall be opprest.
HAU: I will tell you, Morose, you must talk divinity to him altogether, or moral philosophy.
HAU: Good Morose, when you come to the college, will you bring him with you?
His expression was morose, his black eyes abstracted as he sipped his third cup of coffee, then drew on his cigarette.
His expression turned morose and brooding as he gazed across the restaurant absently.
They are not with you a morose and gloomy sullenness brooding over imaginary wrongs, and collecting venom and malice from every corner to the heart.
Bloom sighed, outwardly morose, inwardly almost ecstatic, sensing that at the end of this telephone call he was going to be off at least one hook.
One dusty hot morning as that morose lonely man was blundering awkwardly about town in search of his pig, he almost stepped on a baby robin crouched in the road, its eyes closed and its cavernous yellow beak wide open, plaintively chirping for worms.
Sometimes Jerry Grindstaff muddled ponderously through a game, but most players considered him too morose to begin with, and they grew gloomier as he grew gloomier as his losings inevitably multiplied.
To them he was just this morose man whose basic moods were cranky and bitter.
I am not that being--cold, insensate, and morose, which I have seemed to thee.
But probably it was a good idea to go out into the community and work with someone who might genuinely need my help, since it could distract me from my morose self-interest and maybe make me a little more human.
Desolate and morose, I moved over the carpet, pulled myself up from step to step, but neglected all the gradual prayers I knew.
Conscientious but morose, I went about my studies, strode dismally through the rectilinear suburban streets to the Kleinhammer-Weg, visited Gretchen Scheffler, who told me about Strength through Joy trips to the land of the midnight sun, while I went right on comparing Goethe with Rasputin or, when I had enough of the cyclic and endless alternation of dark and radiant, took refuge in historical studies.