CORNWALL

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 Dictionary entry overview: What does Cornwall mean? 

• CORNWALL (noun)
  The noun CORNWALL has 1 sense:

1. a hilly county in southwestern England

  Familiarity information: CORNWALL used as a noun is very rare.

 Dictionary entry details 

• CORNWALL (noun)

Sense 1

Meaning:

A hilly county in southwestern England

Classified under:

Nouns denoting spatial position

Instance hypernyms:

county ((United Kingdom) a region created by territorial division for the purpose of local government)

Meronyms (members of "Cornwall"):

Cornishman (a man who is a native or inhabitant of Cornwall)

Cornishwoman (a woman who is a native or resident of Cornwall)

Holonyms ("Cornwall" is a part of...):

England (a division of the United Kingdom)

 Context examples 

Besides, in peaceful Cornwall, visitors did not arrive after ten o’clock at night.

(His Last Bow, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

“They failed for a million, ruined half the county families of Cornwall, and Neligan disappeared.”

(The Return of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

He’ll crack a crib in Scotland one week, and be raising money to build an orphanage in Cornwall the next.

(The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

Lord Ravenshaw, in Cornwall, which would of course have immortalised the whole party for at least a twelvemonth! and being so near, to lose it all, was an injury to be keenly felt, and Mr. Yates could talk of nothing else.

(Mansfield Park, by Jane Austen)

I have said that scattered towers marked the villages which dotted this part of Cornwall.

(His Last Bow, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

Our simple life and peaceful, healthy routine were violently interrupted, and we were precipitated into the midst of a series of events which caused the utmost excitement not only in Cornwall but throughout the whole west of England.

(His Last Bow, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

I may have commented upon my friend’s power of mental detachment, but never have I wondered at it more than upon that spring morning in Cornwall when for two hours he discoursed upon celts, arrowheads, and shards, as lightly as if no sinister mystery were waiting for his solution.

(His Last Bow, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)