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Broidery

Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
  1. Broidery
    Embroidery. "The golden broidery tender Milkah wove.", "Of goldsmithrye, of browdyng , and of steel."
Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
  1. (n) broidery
    Embroidery; ornamental needlework wrought upon cloth.
Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
  1. Broidery
    broid′ėr-i Same as Embroider, Embroidery
Usage in literature

Common ideas of necessity form the groundwork for the broidery of our advanced thought. "A New Philosophy: Henri Bergson" by Edouard le Roy

Get thee to thy broidery, for there thou may'st excel. "The World's Desire" by H. Rider Haggard and Andrew Lang

Spangles of silver, borders of scarlet, violet fringes, bars of gold, cover it with fantastic broidery. "Life of Chopin" by Franz Liszt

Ann, who was ever diligent, took less pleasure in idle dreaming; she would ever carry a book or some broidery in her hand. "Margery [Gred], Complete A Tale Of Old Nuremberg" by Georg Ebers

Her filmy web of Coan weave with golden broidery gleams; Her swarthy slaves the Indian sun touched with its burning beams. "The Elegies of Tibullus" by Tibullus

And the countess asked of Zara if she were skilled in aught, The needle, or the 'broidery frame, to Christian damsels taught. "Moorish Literature" by Anonymous

Note well this broidery first. "Theocritus" by Theocritus

That other, big with rich velvets and broideries, seeks the tricolor of France. "Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science" by Various

I put on my richest gown, the blue one with the broidery of gold. "My Lady of the Chinese Courtyard" by Elizabeth Cooper

If I would not as lief as forty shillings have done with broidery and peltry, then the moon is made of green cheese. "The White Rose of Langley" by Emily Sarah Holt

Usage in poetry
Gray was the faded thread it bore,
Dimmed by the touch of thought;
And tear-like stains were sprinkled o'er
The richest broideries wrought.
Gay was her garden as some gorgeous fabric
Weft on an Orient loom,
Star-set upon the sward quaint, old-time blossoms
Wrought broidery of bloom.
Your clothes, your hose, your broidery,
Your linen that the snow surpasses,
Or ere they're worn, off, off they fly,
'Tis all to taverns and to lasses!
'Tis to th' man, and th' man's honest worth,
The Nation's loyalty in tears upsprings;
Through him the soil of labor shines henceforth,
High o'er the silken broideries of kings.
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries,
Of outworn, childish mysteries,
Vague pageants woven on a web of dream!
And we, pushing and fighting in the turbid stream
Of modern life, find solace in your tarnished broideries.