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  • Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • n Moile A kind of high shoe anciently worn.
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Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
    • n moile A dish of marrow and grated bread.
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
F. mule, a slipper


In literature:

And were it so, who would strive and moil in this world?
"An Eye for an Eye" by Anthony Trollope
And what has kept me up since, toiling and moiling with a husband and boys, if the drugs hasn't?
"The Vicissitudes of Bessie Fairfax" by Harriet Parr
To be out of the moiling street With its swelter and its sin!
"Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools" by Various
She began to promenade the deck, still cluttered with luggage over which the Lascar stewards were moiling.
"Parrot & Co." by Harold MacGrath
The telegraph loine from Scott to Kearney runs just twenty-foive moiles beyant here to the southards.
"Danger Signals" by John A. Hill and Jasper Ewing Brady
You'll have a little something to live on; and that's all I've done with my toiling and moiling.
"Sarah's School Friend" by May Baldwin
She's up in that old garret toiling, and moiling, and packing away enough things to furnish an inn.
"A Little Girl in Old Salem" by Amanda Minnie Douglas
Toil and moil every day from your first breath to your last, and what good does it bring you?
"Joyce's Investments" by Fannie E. Newberry
Here is a moil, here is an ambushment!
"Standish of Standish" by Jane G. Austin
I like a fool, toiled and moiled for her night and day and this is my reward.
"An Anarchist Woman" by Hutchins Hapgood
The more they love their husbands, the less they like the idea of their toiling and moiling.
"Rambles in Womanland" by Max O'Rell
You know that all my life I have toiled and moiled, but never have I worked so hard as in these three years.
"The Wish" by Hermann Sudermann
Nobody knows how he has toiled and moiled, except me.
"Rachel Ray" by Anthony Trollope
Every day, every hour, I should say to myself: 'Over in America there's a man toiling and moiling for her.
"The Song of Songs" by Hermann Sudermann
But, once in the moil, she saw no reason for backing out, and proceeded to pick an open quarrel.
"In the Onyx Lobby" by Carolyn Wells
A fig for a kingdom, and the toiling and moiling of it!
"The Last of the Vikings" by John Bowling
But his wife moils on in the same place.
"A New Atmosphere" by Gail Hamilton
Thou camest of toiling and moiling, planning, digging, and stone-breaking.
"From the Oak to the Olive" by Julia Ward Howe
That you should moil your royalty Touching such scum!
"The Mortal Gods and Other Plays" by Olive Tilford Dargan
What toiling, and moiling, and mighty commotions!
"The Three Perils of Man, Vol. 2 (of 3)" by James Hogg

In poetry:

``Yours then will be the moil, the heat,
Yours be the strain and stress.
Pray Heaven Love then attend your feet
To make life's burden less.''
"At San Giovanni Del Lago" by Alfred Austin
When thou hast toil'd and moil'd all day,
And night comes on, strive hard to pay
Thy ev'ning sacrifice apart,
With proper words and pious heart.
"Things, To Be Consider'd, And Made Use Of, When Night Comes" by Rees Prichard
The boy who, wrapped from moil and moan,
With cheeks for ever round and fair,
Is dreaming of the nights that were
When lips immortal touched his own.
"Lean Over Me" by Digby Mackworth Dolben
I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;
Day after day I plod and moil:
But, Christ my God, when will it be
That I may let alone my toil
And rest with Thee?
"Weary In Well-Doing" by Christina Georgina Rossetti
``Why do you leave us, dear my son?
Why from calm cloisters backward wend,
Where moil is much and peace is none,
And journeying hath nor bourne nor end?
"At The Gate Of The Convent" by Alfred Austin
How shall I link such sun-cast symmetry
With the torn troubled form I know as thine,
That profile, placid as a brow divine,
With continents of moil and misery?
"At A Lunar Eclipse." by Thomas Hardy