from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. A frill of fine cambric or lawn, worn by men on the breast of the shirt—a fashion of the early part of the nineteenth century.


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  • In the middle of the shirt-frill twinkled a small gold locket, in which might be seen, under glass, a little temple worked in hair, one of those pathetic trifles which give men confidence, just as a scarecrow frightens sparrows.

    Scenes from a Courtesan's Life

  • A man was not ridiculous then, as he would be now, if his shirt-frill or his fingers blazed with large diamonds.

    Domestic Peace

  • Mutuel, — a spectacled, snuffy, stooping old gentleman in carpet shoes and a cloth cap with a peaked shade, a loose blue frock-coat reaching to his heels, a large limp white shirt-frill, and cravat to correspond, — that is to say, white was the natural colour of his linen on Sundays, but it toned down with the week.

    Somebody's Luggage

  • “Silence, you brute you!” groaned Lady Gorgon; and seizing him by the shirt-frill and coat-collar, carried him away to his nurse, who, with many other maids of the Whig and Tory parties, stood giggling and peeping at the landing-place.

    The Bedford-Row Conspiracy

  • Sedley shall be represented in buckskins, and holding one of the injured boots in one hand; by the other he shall have hold of my shirt-frill.

    Vanity Fair

  • His shirt collars were higher; his face was redder; his shirt-frill flaunted gorgeously out of his variegated waistcoat.

    Vanity Fair

  • “My lady is served,” says the butler in black, in an immense white shirt-frill, that looked as if it had been one of the

    Vanity Fair

  • “My dear Mrs. Crawley — Ah now! upon my honour!” was all Jos could ejaculate by way of reply; but he managed to fall into a tolerable attitude, with his head lying on his shoulder, grinning upwards at his victim, with one hand at his back, which he supported on his cane, and the other hand (the one with the diamond ring) fumbling in his shirt-frill and among his under-waistcoats.

    Vanity Fair

  • “And if ever manly heart beat under shirt-frill, thine is that heart, Sir Eustace!” cried Mr. Sterne, enthusiastically.

    Roundabout Papers

  • And his lordship laid his hand on his shirt-frill, turned out his toe, and looked his cousin nobly in the face.

    The Virginians


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