Definitions

from The Century Dictionary.

  • In a drooping manner; languishingly.

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English.

  • adverb In a drooping manner.

from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License.

  • adverb In a drooping manner.

from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.

  • adverb in a drooping manner

Etymologies

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drooping +‎ -ly

Examples

  • He was sealed like a leper, and, weazen-faced and age-shrunken, he hobbled horribly from an ancient spear-thrust to the thigh that twisted his torso droopingly out of the vertical.

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  • I was the only one who found the comments to be jaw droopingly offensive, it seemed.

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  • As I did so, I looked up to see Mrs. Stuart moving droopingly and lamely back into her own room.

    In the Days of the Comet

  • I was the only one who found the comments to be jaw droopingly offensive, it seemed.

    America tests religious equality; doesn't like it

  • Here, conveniently and heathfully elevated above the level of the living, were the dead, and the tombstones; some of the latter droopingly inclined from the perpendicular, as if they were ashamed of the lies they told.

    Our Mutual Friend

  • Lady Jane, a little droopingly, but with a hopeful heart.

    Lady Chatterley's Lover

  • Then there was the jaw-droopingly beautiful Tia Carrere, who positively floated into the lobby to work on Lilo and Stitch.

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  • I lie here in a hotel room in one of my favorite cities, having driven through the pounding rain in a neck-droopingly awful sleep, riding shotgun with Trolli Sour Brite Crawlers Candy on my belly.

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  • And then Mrs. Johnson went on with the utmost gusto to the details of the “casket,” while Mr. Polly sat more and more deeply and droopingly into the armchair, assenting with a note of protest to all they said.

    The History of Mr. Polly

  • I lie here in a hotel room in one of my favorite cities, having driven through the pounding rain in a neck-droopingly awful sleep, riding shotgun with Trolli Sour Brite Crawlers Candy on my belly.

    8/11/03 Portland, ME I lie

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