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gaumless GAWM-luhs adjective dull and stupid; vacuous 1847Emily BronteWuthering Heights'I've tied his tongue,' observed Heathcliff. 'He'll not venture a single syllable all the time! Nelly, you recollect meat his age—nay, some years younger. Did I ever look so stupid: so 'gaumless,' as Joseph calls it?' 1918F. W. MoormanSongs of the RidingsHe minds His business, does the Lord, An' wastes no gaumless words.Labels: Emily Bronte, F. W. Moorman
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Michaelmastide mai-kuhl-mas-taid noun Michaelmas Day, 29 September, a feast day of Michael the Archangel and All Angels; the autumn season 1847Emily BronteWuthering HeightsSummer drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared.1879Juliana Horatio EwingJackanapes, Daddy Darwin's Dovecot and Other StoriesThe Grey Goose remembered it well, it was Michaelmastide, the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas—but ga, ga! What does the date matter? It was autumn, harvest-time, and everybody was so busy prophesying and praying about the crops, that the young couple wandered through the lanes, and got blackberries for Miss Jessamine's celebrated crab and blackberry jam, and made guys of themselves with bryony-wreaths, and not a soul troubled his head about them, except the children, and the Postman.1988Ellis PetersThe Confession of Brother HaluinShe's there at Hales, she paid her dues last Michaelmas.Labels: Ellis Peters, Emily Bronte, Juliana Horatio Ewing
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Michaelmastide mai-kuhl-mas-taid noun Michaelmas Day, 29 September, a feast day of Michael the Archangel and All Angels; the autumn season 1847Emily BronteWuthering HeightsSummer drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared.1879Juliana Horatio EwingJackanapes, Daddy Darwin's Dovecot and Other StoriesThe Grey Goose remembered it well, it was Michaelmastide, the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas—but ga, ga! What does the date matter? It was autumn, harvest-time, and everybody was so busy prophesying and praying about the crops, that the young couple wandered through the lanes, and got blackberries for Miss Jessamine's celebrated crab and blackberry jam, and made guys of themselves with bryony-wreaths, and not a soul troubled his head about them, except the children, and the Postman.1988Ellis PetersThe Confession of Brother HaluinShe's there at Hales, she paid her dues last Michaelmas.Labels: Ellis Peters, Emily Bronte, Juliana Horatio Ewing
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