from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License

  • adj. Alternative spelling of popeyed.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • Having pop-eyes.


Sorry, no etymologies found.


  • I read The Dispossesed when I was in my teens, and of course, at that age, it's going to fill you with idealism and pop-eyed at the possibilities of other political systems and ways of living.

    MIND MELD: The Best Women Writers in SF/F

  • Most impressive of these architectural pieces is a carved and painted lintel representing a pair of intertwined winged lions, pop-eyed and red-skinned, savaging a deer and bearing aloft the royal Dutch crown.

    Island Art, and All That Comes With It

  • Does the pop-eyed Daruma, founder of Zen, strike a chord?

    Drawn Toward Enlightenment

  • However, you might join me in my pop-eyed stare on this latest one, "Nemo on Ice."

    January 7th, 2008

  • Each time it regarded Kellen's outstretched hand in pop-eyed horror and retreated out of reach, either around the trunk or out along a limb.

    Tran Siberian

  • I duly admired it before we went to dinner in an ante-room; it was a small party at table, Flashy in full Lancer fig with V.C. and assorted tinware, two young aides pop-eyed with worship, and Grey himself.


  • In fact, she continued to draw men like flies to a jam-pot, and while in thirty years I'd never absolutely caught her in flagrante, there were a dozen at least I suspected her of slapping the mattress with, including that pop-eyed lecher Cardigan and H.R.H. Bertie the Bounder.


  • I shot a wild glance at the others: Cambridge pop-eyed, Granville smiling but puzzled, Stewart alert and wondering, and only Joe having the grace to frown and chew his lip.


  • And when your sovereign lady regards you pop-eyed over the tea-cups with a bland "I expect, dear Sir Harry, that you will be accompanying Sir Garnet to Egypt," you can hardly remind her that you're past sixty and disinclined, especially when the idiot you married in an evil hour is assuring Her Majesty that you're champing at the bit.


  • "My - dear - Count!" says I, astonished, and everyone stopped talking; the Queen looked pop-eyed, and even Albert left off prosing to the noble corpse beside him.



Log in or sign up to get involved in the conversation. It's quick and easy.