from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- adj. Full of or resembling mire; swampy.
- adj. Smeared with mire; muddy.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- adj. Relating to a mire, smeared with mud.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- adj. Abounding with deep mud; full of mire; muddy.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- Abounding with mire or mud; of the nature of mire or mud; full of mire: as, a miry road; a miry lane.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- adj. (of soil) soft and watery
/ Who does not act, is dead; absorbed entire / In miry sloth, no pride, no joy he hath; O leaden-hearted men, to be in love with death!
I feel that I have a decent ability to move situations forward in a positive manor with a few well chosen words or to explain anything from physics phenomena to camp games, but in a new language I thought I would be so limited that frustration would take over and I would be rooted in a field of miry clay unable to move in any direction.
"Queen of the cotton cities", he addresses it magniloquently in the opening line, "nightly I piece you back into existence" – and goes on to do just that, through succulent descriptions of the "frayed bridal train" of factory chimneys; the "warped applause-track of Victorian rain" that wets the miry streets.
He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay
The by-roads were miry beyond description, rain having fallen almost incessantly since we left Winchester, but notwithstanding the down-pour the column pushed on, men and horses growing almost unrecognizable from the mud covering them from head to foot.
He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay
I completely understand the miry journey of wondering if God is really good and if He cares at all.
As the dust-carts could not pass through, the inhabitants trusted to storms to wash their always miry alley; for how could it be clean?
Saint – Denis, never in the Kamtschatka of miry, narrow, commercial streets, never anywhere in bad weather.
It had looked as yellow as it ought to look, and hurrying on between its worn-away and miry banks, had a promising aspect of desolation and ruin.