whitely
See also: Whitely
English
Etymology
Pronunciation
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Adjective
whitely (comparative more whitely, superlative most whitely)
- (now rare, Scotland) White; pale. [from 14th c.]
- 15th c., Robert Henryson, The Testament of Cresseid, lines 213-214,[1]
- The secund steid to name hecht Ethios,
- Quhitlie and paill […]
- c. 1598 William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost, London: Cutbert Burby, 1598, [Act III, Scene 1],[2]
- […] among three to loue the worst of all,
- A whitly wanton, with a veluet brow,
- With two pitch balles stucke in her face for eyes.
- 1684, John Bunyan, The Pilgrim’s Progress, Part Two, London: W. Johnson, 1755, p. 122,[3]
- I perceive you know him, and am apt to believe also, That you were related one to another; for you have his whitely Look, a Cast like his with your Eye, and your Speech is much alike.
- 15th c., Robert Henryson, The Testament of Cresseid, lines 213-214,[1]
Adverb
whitely (comparative more whitely, superlative most whitely)
- In a white manner. [from 14th c.]
- 1887, Thomas Hardy, The Woodlanders, Chapter 2,[4]
- […] she opened a door which disclosed a staircase so whitely scrubbed that the grain of the wood was wellnigh sodden away by such cleansing.
- 1922, E. E. Cummings, “Songs, III” in Tulips and Chimneys, New York: Liveright, 1976, p. 12,[5]
- it is the autumn of a year:
- When through the thin air stooped with fear,
- across the harvest whitely peer
- empty of surprise
- death’s faultless eyes
- 1928, Edmund Blunden, Undertones of War, Penguin 2010, p. 161:
- an enemy aeroplane flew part of the way with us, and bomb after bomb burst flaming in the fields alongside, until ‘wished morn’ whitely appeared.
- 1928, Dorothy Parker, “Dilemma” in Sunset Gun, Garden City, NY: Sun Dial, 1941, p. 63,[6]
- Were I to murmur “Yes,” and then
- “How true, my dear,” and “Yes,” again,
- And wear my eyes discreetly down,
- And tremble whitely at your frown,
- And keep my words unquestioning—
- My love, you’d run like anything!
- 1887, Thomas Hardy, The Woodlanders, Chapter 2,[4]