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Bemire

Bemire \Be*mire"\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Bemired; p. pr. & vb. n. Bemiring.] To drag through, encumber with, or fix in, the mire; to soil by passing through mud or dirt.

Bemired and benighted in the dog.
--Burke.

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bemire

vb. To soil (or be soiled) with mud

WordNet
bemire

v. make soiled, filthy, or dirty; "don't soil your clothes when you play outside!" [syn: dirty, soil, begrime, grime, colly] [ant: clean]

Usage examples of "bemire".

Their whole life is bemired with vice, and their mouth articulates no other words than prudence and virtue, like those corrupt and infected doctors who have no indulgence for their patients.

Turks to leave all their heavy artillery bemired on the muddy road behind them!

Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a wand of wilding in his hand.

William Asquith Farnaby was nothing but a muddy filter, on the hither side of which human beings, nature, and even his beloved art had emerged bedimmed and bemired, less, other and uglier than themselves.

Turks to leave all their heavy artillery bemired on the muddy road behind them!

It was impossible but that the feet must be bemired and soiled from what they pass through.

But if he should come to me bemired, dirty, with whiskers down to his knees, what can I say to him?

God replies every time we question him, but our flesh is bemired and almost deaf: we do not hear.

Although she wiped her eyes rapidly, the tears, together with her make-up, ran more and more furiously and bemired the sheets.

Fix your mind on what a lucky thing it's been that the heavy rains these past months forced the Turks to leave all their heavy artillery bemired on the muddy road behind them!

The reeking flame of the pine torch, which was still no more than half consumed, showed the Northerner bemired with sea-muck to his thighs and hugging gently to his side with his bent left arm a dripping mess of variously gleaming objects.

So I hurried on, splashing and bemiring myself in the byways of the Bourbonnais.

He had started the trip in exactly the same tunic, breeches and leather shoes that he had worn continually since he had struggled ashore on the Ditmarsh two weeks before: bemired, salt-stained, bloodstained from his own blood and the Viking he had killed on the sandbanks, with a fortnight's accumulation of tar-patches, spilt broth, and sweat on top.