[ UK /dɹˈa‍ʊzɪŋ/ ]
  1. half asleep
    the nodding (or napping) grandmother in her rocking chair
    made drowsy by the long ride
    a tired dozy child
    it seemed a pity to disturb the drowsing (or dozing) professor
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How To Use drowsing In A Sentence

  • On this later-day Earth, drowsing through the late afternoon of its existence, only a few families of the old orders of hymenoptera and diptera survived in mutated form: most dreadful of these were the tigerflies. HOTHOUSE
  • Sinking into the large cushion on her armchair, she smiles slyly, as if just awakened from drowsing over the book shut on her lap.
  • No one was in the streets that wee Shane could see, and yet the town was lifeful, some tropical city where the green jalousies were closed in the heat of the midday sun, and where no one was on the streets, barring some unseen old beggar or peddling woman drowsing in the shade. The Wind Bloweth
  • Sean shrieked at a school of drowsing fish who promptly scattered to deeper waters.
  • And this tired CPO will be dragging his tuches into work from the ‘burbs past the homes of drowsing Montgomery County children who once again lend credence to the notion that they are constructed entirely of tissue paper. Snowpacolypse. Meh. « The Blog at 16th and Q
  • While drowsing at his desk that evening over what one imagines to be a well-worn copy of Plato's Dialogues, he falls into a strange dream for which the famous parable of the cave provides the indifferent material.
  • My mother was sitting on the porch drowsing in the sun.
  • The Mississippi River has been fortunate in its chroniclers: Mark Twain's "Life on the Mississippi," Ron Powers's "White Town Drowsing" (about Hannibal, Mo., the town where Twain grew up) and John Barry's "Rising Tide" (about flooding on the Lower Mississippi in the early 20th century) are just three among many fine books on what T.S. Eliot called the "strong brown god. Lee Sandlin's "Wicked River: The Mississippi," reviewed by Dennis Drabelle
  • Last night, after drinks at Grey and drowsing (drunk and browsing) at the new Elliott Bay book store, I saw a bill of bands at the nearby Healthy Times Fun Club. Last Night « PubliCola
  • The very first inning in the field, while I was safely drowsing in left field, fending off the midges, a long drive sailed over my head, heading for the outfield fence.
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