chaplet

American  

[chap-lit] / ˈtʃæp lɪt /

noun

1. a wreath or garland for the head.

2. a string of beads.

3. Roman Catholic Church.

   1. a string of beads, one-third of the length of a rosary, for counting prayers.

   2. the prayers recited over this.

4. Architecture. a small molding carved to resemble a string of beads; astragal.

5. Metallurgy. an object for separating the core of a mold from a wall, composed of the same metal as the casting and forming an integral part of it.

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chaplet British  

/ ˈtʃæplɪt /

noun

1. an ornamental wreath of flowers, beads, etc, worn on the head

2. a string of beads or something similar

3. RC Church

   1. a string of prayer beads constituting one third of the rosary

   2. the prayers counted on this string

4. a narrow convex moulding in the form of a string of beads; astragal

5. a metal support for the core in a casting mould, esp for the core of a cylindrical pipe

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Other Word Forms

• chapleted
  adjective
• unchapleted
  adjective

Etymology

Origin of chaplet

1325–75; Middle English chapelet wreath < Old French. See chapeau, -et

Example Sentences

She wore a pearl chaplet, a red bhakku over a white silk gown, and high-heeled shoes for the occasion.

From Time Magazine Archive

A five-year-old girl, Gudrun Diem, dressed in a light blue frock and wearing a flower chaplet in her hair, stepped forward, said, “Heil, mein Fuhrer!” and presented him with a small, delicate bouquet of flowers.

From "The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics" by Daniel James Brown

“You would do better to try a chaplet of ortolans with a thrush for the Credo.”

From The Legend of the Glorious Adventures of Tyl Ulenspiegel in the land of Flanders and elsewhere by Coster, Charles de

Anadem, an′a-dem, n. a band or fillet bound round the head: a wreath or chaplet of flowers.

From Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary (part 1 of 4: A-D) by Various

Has he not gone with the chaplet on his brow, the ring upon his finger, the perfume of the incense yet clinging to his hair, the wine of Christ yet fresh upon his lips?

From A Night on the Borders of the Black Forest by Edwards, Amelia Ann Blanford