Right across the lower part of the bog lay a miry path.

She stared out at the wet, miry expanse of earth that was the street.

She couldn't bring herself to walk along that long, miry road again and with a complete stranger.

A gentleman goes forth on a showery and miry day.

It is a miry creek, impassible for many miles, except at the road.

Black, miry water gloomed close beside him as he staggered there.

He dived free, avoiding the miry bottom below him.

Still, the labor involved in transforming a miry waste to productive ground seemed out of proportion to the reward.

But some miry preferred to divide the land more frequently, such as every six years, and even annual repartition was not unknown.

Powerless to prevent her, the child followed Hester, down the miry tracks, into the stable yard.

Greybeard tramped back through the miry streets to Martha.

It is also quite feasible that the miry terrain led to the demise of many of the horses.

A miry lane led us up from Quartes with its church and bickering windmill.

- a torch was suddenly cast on high over the walls; it gleamed a moment - and then hissed in the miry pool below.

Other traditional meanings are "at the miry place" or "it is miry."

'This miry slough,' he said, 'is such a place as cannot be mended.

It resisted being drawn into their lungs, and once within them it clung there with miry fingers, like the grasp of quicksand.

Men's coats and sticks were hanging up, miry boots were littered about, and a rifle was in one corner.

They rode on Chimera personnel carriers that lurched and reeled across the slick and miry landscape.

His passengers at length are wafted o'er, Expos'd, in muddy weeds, upon the miry shore.

Quagmire, soft, wet, miry land.

It was plain that these feet had kicked off sportive children oftener than they had plodded with a freight through miry lanes.

But it was not in such scenes as these, or even in the deep and miry road, that Will Marks found the chief obstacles to his progress.

Nay, as I blink about the streets Of this befogged and miry city, Why, almost every girl one meets Seems preternaturally pretty!

I felt cold at the memory of that conversation, carried out in the pitch-blackness of a miry pit, my companion no more than a voice in the dark.