Sentence examples for clop from inspiring English sources
The word "clop" is not correct in written English
It is an onomatopoeic word (a word that phonetically mimics or resembles a sound) used for the sound a horse makes while walking or for a sound made by hooves hitting the ground. Because of this, it is not correct in written English.
noun
The sound of a horse's shod hoof striking the ground.
It's difficult to fathom the number of kilometres a horse must travel from being alive (clip, clop, neigh) to it becoming a gristly part of a cheap frozen lasagne; and in another dark twist on the globalisation theme, some reports note that the Romanian government's recent ban on horses-and-carts on the highway may explain the sudden proliferation of cheap horsemeat.
This is fairly fresh terrain for Clooney, though it verges on the haplessness of "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" Watch Matt as he breaks into a puffing sprint, his gallop rendered not just unmanly but frankly girlish by the clop of his boat shoes, which seem to be compulsory for all citizens.
Their daughter, Eva (Isabelle Huppert), comes to visit, and the mere clop of her heels on the wooden floor spells drama and distress, which exasperates her father, who never weeps, and who occupies himself solely with the duties of care.
Humbletonian tries to clear the water, to get a hoof back up on solid ice, but each clop of her front hooves shatters what she's grabbed and pulls it under with her.
And that this doesn't hold true in rhymed poetry because rhyme propels us forward, lulling us with the steady clop of iambs?
When the red "Record" light, suspended above the orchestra, turned on, the dance instantly became more fluid, the melody sexier: less clop, more sway.
Either way, in the late afternoon of her days, Raisa left the world of rent-a-mob demos, and the gentle clip-clop through the early morning streets of Mayfair, for life among the Chipping Norton set.
The small town around me didn't change; horse-drawn farm wagons mingled the clip-clop of horseshoes with the swish of automobile tires.
But they hadn't been under way 48 hours before the New England press pounced on their venture and began giving a practically clop-by-clop account of their progress.
They'll twitch, break free, and run away, clacking across the ceramic tile: clippity-clop, clippity-clop, clippity-clop.
Sowhen the horsemendescend on youraddress, ride jiggety-clop to yourempty door, youcan explain this mess.I won't live hereanymore.
