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A high shoe with laces over the tongue
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blucher
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WordNet
Word definitions in WordNet
n. a high shoe with laces over the tongue [syn: bluchers ]
Wikipedia
Word definitions in Wikipedia
Blucher (foaled 1811, died 1841) was a British Thoroughbred racehorse and sire named after the Prussian General Gebhard Leberecht von Blücher , one of the most successful commanders of the Napoleonic Wars , but his name was invariably spelt without the ...
Wiktionary
Word definitions in Wiktionary
n. 1 (context historical English) A form of horse-drawn carriage; a Blucher coach. 2 A sturdy laced leather half-boot.
The Collaborative International Dictionary
Word definitions in The Collaborative International Dictionary
blucher \blu"cher\, bluchers \blu"chers\(bl[=u]"k[~e]r), n. A kind of half boot, or high shoe, with laces over the tongue; -- named from the Prussian general Bl["u]cher. --Thackeray.
Usage examples of blucher.
In such sad sort retreat was hurried on, Erfurt was gained with Blucher hot at heel.
Just then--- NAPOLEON My charge was this: Make it impossible at any cost That Wellington and Blucher should unite.
GENTLEMAN OPPOSITE He is the Prussian officer attached to our headquarters, through whom Wellington communicates with Blucher, who, they say, is threatened by the French at Ligny at this moment.
Wellington, and the bluff old Prussian, Blucher, met him at Waterloo, defeated his armies and drove him from the field.
This diamond snuff-box was presented to me by the stout old Blucher himself, in remembrance of service I was able to perform at Waterloo.
A quarter of a mile away, the Blucher was circling slowly, long and menacing and shark-like, and he stared at it in hatred and in fear.
With a dozen strokes of the knife, a Blucher would free a large hunk of flesh and throw it down to one of the women.
A burst of dazzling sunshine struck the bridge so fiercely that Kyller lifted his hand to shield his eyes, but it was gone instantly as the Blucher dashed into another clammy cold bank of fog.
The forty-foot barrels of the nine-inch guns moved restlessly, seeming to sniff for their prey, and the Blucher raced on, lifting a hissing white wave at her bows, vibrating and shuddering to the thrust of her engines as they built up to full speed.
Below there was a reserve of speed that would allow her to close with Blucher in fifty minutes of steaming always -A provided she was not smashed into a fiery shambles long before.
Charles turned quickly to see shell-fire burst on Blucher, and his wide grin split his face.
Immediately after the sinking of Orion, the Blucher had reduced speed sharply and turned due south.
The tubes looked like a rack of fat cigars, and with weary jubilation Charles saw that there were men still tending them, crouching behind the sheet of armour plate, waiting for Bloodhound to turn and bring Blucher on to her starboard Irish beam.
Still holding his eyes, he opened his mouth to give the order that would send Blucher once more thrashing southward, but before the words reached his lips, a wild shout from the look-out interrupted him.
The torpedo struck Blucher five feet below the surface, on the very tip of her curved keel.