ungracefulness
IPA: ʌngrˈeɪsfʌɫnʌs
noun
- The state or condition of being ungraceful.
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Examples of "ungracefulness" in Sentences
- The fact that he was tall profited him nothing, for it merely emphasised the extreme ungracefulness of his figure.
- Plain and rough nature, left to itself, is much better than an artificial ungracefulness, and such studyd ways of being illfashiond.
- He descanted with some eloquence upon the wickedness of lacing, the ungracefulness of artificial forms and the beauty of her own wholly natural grace.
- Nevertheless so clumsy a beau, that thou seemest to me to owe thyself a double spite, making thy ungracefulness appear the more ungraceful, by thy remarkable tawdriness, when thou art out of mourning.
- And this change came about without expostulations, reproach, or explanation, just by the turning of a key; and even this was the merest symbol, employed once only, to save the ungracefulness of words.
- Every ones natural genius should be carryd as far as it could; but to attempt the putting another upon him, will be but labour in vain; and what is so plaisterd on, will at best sit but untowardly, and have always hanging to it the ungracefulness of constraint and affectation.
- A cheerful wood-fire blazed in the capacious hearth; a little at one side an old-fashioned table, with richly-carved legs, was placed -- destined, no doubt, to receive the supper, for which preparations were going forward; and ranged with exact regularity, stood the tall-backed chairs, whose ungracefulness was more than counterbalanced by their comfort.
- A cheerful wood-fire blazed in the capacious hearth; a little at one side an old - fashioned table, with richly-carved legs, was placed — destined, no doubt, to receive the supper, for which preparations were going forward; and ranged with exact regularity, stood the tall-backed chairs, whose ungracefulness was more than counterbalanced by their comfort.
- She was dancing with her husband -- a pitiful spectacle, for the lawyer must be pushed through the dance as he were a doll, with monstrous ungracefulness, and no sense of the time of the music, his thin legs quarrelling with each other, his neighbours all confused by his inexpert gyrations, and yet himself with a smirk of satisfaction on his sweating countenance.
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