the dead body of a human being

an island in the Mediterranean; with adjacent islets it constitutes a region of France

a region of France on the island of Corsica; birthplace of Napoleon Bonaparte

A living body or its bulk.

A corpse; the dead body of a human being.

A ribbon.

A poetic form of CORPSE.

A corpse.

A corpse, a poetical word.

See corps.

She threw down her bread and rushed into the crowd, which opened before her, and let her see the blind Raphael carried by two men, pale as a corse, his right arm hanging down, and the broken bone showing through the skin. – The Young Emigrants; Madelaine Tube; The Boy and the Book; and Crystal Palace by Susan Anne Livingston Ridley Sedgwick

Nevertheless, at a place called the Corse of Slakes I advanced boldly and summoned them, in the King's name and at the peril of their lives, to surrender. – The Dew of Their Youth by S. R. Crockett

Soon fled the soul impure, and left behind The empty corse to waver with the wind. – The Odyssey of Homer by Homer, translated by Alexander Pope

The good of a corse that the breath is just abandoning; the good of a flower beneath a heel; the good of an old dog whose master leaves it for the last time! – The Patrician by John Galsworthy

Nothing is left of him save the blood- stained track which his weighty corse has marked on the soil. –  by

But the miller's lovely daughter, Both from cold and care was free; On the banks of Allan Water, There a corse lay she. – A House Party with the Tucker Twins by Nell Speed

" Of corse he will," said the hairy boy to the right of Whomsoever J. Opper, who afterwards became the father of a lad who grew up to be editor of the Persiflage column of the Atlantic Monthly. – Comic History of the United States by Bill Nye

Yes; but this Lady Walks discontented, with her watry eyes Bent on the earth: the unfrequented woods Are her delight; and when she sees a bank Stuck full of flowers, she with a sigh will tell Her servants what a pretty place it were To bury lovers in, and make her maids Pluck'em, and strow her over like a Corse. – The Maids Tragedy by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

And the endless procession of corse after corse. – Poems of Emile Verhaeren by Emile Verhaeren

On the corse of the minion in fury I danced, Then silent and pale at the maiden I glanced. –  by

Friend Hopper proposed that Barney Corse should go in pursuit of it, accompanied by the colored man who sent it there. – Isaac T. Hopper by L. Maria Child

Ask yourself, when standing by the lifeless corse of one whom you have dearly loved, if then you can remember aught but kindness, and love, and happiness, in your association with the loved one. – Hansford: A Tale of Bacon's Rebellion by St. George Tucker

Barney Corse called upon Mr. Darg, who promptly confirmed the statement made by the editor in his name. – Isaac T. Hopper by L. Maria Child

In jealousy so zealous, Never was there woman worse; You'd have no roses but those grown Above some buried corse. – Poems by Victor Hugo

As glides this stream, great corse, past thee, First to the bay, and then the sea, So flowed thy life to rural rest, Ere thou wast Heaven's eternal guest. –  by

So, well: make a place for his corse in thy bed, With the purples thou sleepest in, under and over He's fair though a corse- a fair corse, like a sleeper. – The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Vol. I by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And the trumpet- notes were sprung Rapturous for the charge in line: She lay waiting: fair as dawn Wrapped in folds of night she lay; Secret, lustrous; flaglike there, Waiting him to stream and ray, With one loosening blush outflung, Colours of his hordes of horse Ranked for combat; still he hung Like the fever dreading air, Cursed of heat; and as a corse Gathers vultures, in his brain Images of her eyes and kiss Plucked at the limbs that could remain Loitering nigh the doors of bliss. – The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith by George Meredith

Though still she clasp'd her hero's valued corse, She slowly rais'd her languid, streaming eyes, And own'd astonishment's resistless force, Viewing the stranger with a wild surprize. – Elegies and Other Small Poems by Matilda Betham