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rusted, ppl. a.|ˈrʌstɪd| [f. rust v.1] Affected or covered with rust; stuck or lodged as a result of rusting; made rusty in colour. Also in transf. and fig. uses, and with in and up. pred.a1225Ancr. R. 160 Þet hit..schal drawen rust of on þet is irusted, uor hwon þet heo longe liggen togederes. c1412–20Lydg. Chron. Troy ii. 1072 O rancour rustid of inpacience! 1535Stewart Cron. Scot. II. 33 That rancour is so rowstit in thair hart..That force it is it man out at the last. 1549Compl. Scot. vii. 69 Ane vthir part of the schieldis & harnes var brokyn ande roustit. 1604E. Grimstone tr. D'Acosta's Hist. Indies iii. ix. 144, I have seene grates of yron..so rusted and consumed, that pressing it betwixt your fingers, it dissolved into powder. 1670Narborough Jrnl. in Acc. Sev. Late Voy. i. (1694) 45 The Salt-pond, which is rusted all over like a Pavement, with very white and good Salt. 1725Ramsay Gentle Sheph. iii. ii, Rousted with eild, a wee piece gate seems lang. 1742Young Nt. Th. ii. 483 What numbers, sheath'd in erudition, lie Plung'd to the hilts in venerable tomes, And rusted in. 1816Byron Prisoner of Chillon i, My limbs are.. rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil. 1859W. Collins Queen of Hearts (1875) 18 My wits had become sadly rusted by long seclusion from society. 1924J. Masefield Sard Harker ii. 82 The catch of this beastly revolver seems to have jammed... I'm afraid it's rusted-in, or something. 1972Guardian 15 Mar. 10/2, I don't ever feel that I get rusted-up. I don't think I could have done this play if I'd been rusted-up. attrib.1726Pope Odyss. xxiv. 575 Old Dolius too his rusted arms put on. 1763Mills Syst. Pract. Husb. II. 413 The straw of smutty, mildewed or rusted corn. 1810Scott Lady of L. vi. xii, Then, from a rusted iron hook, A bunch of ponderous keys he took. 1865Swinburne Ballad of Death 102 Many rusted sheaves Rain-rotten in rank lands. 1873W. Black Pr. Thule xxiii. 376 The hills are red and brown with rusted bracken and heather. 1929J. M. Ross in Oxford Poetry 36 The Purple Beech..brandishing aloft his burnt, dark, rusted leaves. 1967E. Short Embroidery & Fabric Collage i. 18 A piece of rusted up metal..could be noted in a sketch-book. |