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Encrust   /ɛnkrˈəst/   Listen
verb
encrust  v. t.  To incrust. See Incrust.


Incrust  v. t.  (past & past part. incrusted; pres. part. incrusting)  (Written also encrust)  
1.
To cover or line with a crust, or hard coat; to form a crust on the surface of; as, iron incrusted with rust; a vessel incrusted with salt; a sweetmeat incrusted with sugar. "And by the frost refin'd the whiter snow, Incrusted hard."
2.
(Fine Arts) To inlay into, as a piece of carving or other ornamental object.





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"Encrust" Quotes from Famous Books



... suddenly from their delights Before the next encounter hath been plann'd, Ravishing hours in little minutes spann'd; But when they say farewell, and grieve apart, Then like a leaden statue I will stand, Meanwhile their many tears encrust my dart, And with a ragged edge cut ...
— The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood • Thomas Hood
... of years encrust her With a numbing mail of stone, Till her laugh lose half its lustre, And her truth forswear its tone, And she see God's might and mercy darkly through a ...
— What I Remember, Volume 2 • Thomas Adolphus Trollope
... is her pyramid of precious stones? Of porphyry, jasper, agate, and all hues Of gem and marble, to encrust the bones Of merchant-dukes? the momentary dews Which, sparkling to the twilight stars, infuse Freshness in the green turf that wraps the dead, Whose names are mausoleums of the Muse, Are gently prest with far more reverent tread Than ever paced the ...
— Childe Harold's Pilgrimage • Lord Byron
... my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory. Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet; I only wear it in a land of Hectors, Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors. Save but our army! and let Jove encrust Swords, pikes, and guns, with everlasting rust! Peace is my dear delight—not Fleury's more: But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a ...
— Essay on Man - Moral Essays and Satires • Alexander Pope


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