swarf
suomi-englanti sanakirjaswarf englanniksi
The waste chips or shavings from an abrasive activity, such as metalworking, a saw cutting wood, or the use of a grindstone or whetstone. (defdate)
(quote-book)
(quote-book); New York, 129, Street (Manhattan)|Grand Street|year=1866|page=372|pageurl=https://books.google.com/books?id=-6NhAAAAcAAJ&pg=PA372|oclc=937891873|passage=The softest and almost the cleanest iron for turning for cotton and other machinery is made from wrought iron ''swarf'' (or turnings). Sometimes the swarf is worked by itself, but commonly a ball is made of good swarf, and while hot, fine swarf is thrown into the furnace, and the ball is rolled about so that the swarf adheres to it, and it is then taken to the hammer.
A particular waste chip or shaving.
(quote-journal)
To grind down.
(quote-book) layer is swarfed off by rubbing of chip, consequently, severe cratering is manifested on tool face after total cutting time Tc. However, the whole interacted layer is not swarfed off, and the influence of thin residual layer is ignored at the theoretical analysis.
(quote-book)|chapter=The Tint Quey;(sic) or Thrawart Maggy|mainauthor=Archibald Steel; Richard Gall|title=The Twa Cuckolds; and The Tint Quey, or Thrawart Maggy. Two Tales, in the Scottish Dialect|location=Edinburgh|publisher=Printed for and sold by the booksellers|year=1796|page=20|pageurl=https://books.google.com/books?id=0SpDAQAAMAAJ&pg=PA20|oclc=753362711|passage=Meg, rinnin like a flae in blanket, / Her coats upon a lang nail hanket, / That gart her coup the creels ''i.e.'', fall head over heels an' ſqueel, / "Ah! Sirce, I'm gruppet by a devil|de'il!" / An' as ſhe near the threſhold lay, / woe is me|Wae's me! ſhe near hand ſwarf'd away!
(RQ:Scott Kenilworth)
(quote-journal). No. XXVII.|magazine=Blackwood's Magazine|Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine|location=Edinburgh|publisher=(publishing house)|William Blackwood; London: Cadell (publisher)|Thomas Cadell, (w)|month=July|year=1826|volume=XX|issue=CXIV|page=107|pageurl=https://books.google.com/books?id=tG9HAQAAMAAJ&pg=PA107|oclc=1781863|passage=But afore her volumes fell into my hauns, my soul had been frichtened by a' kinds of traditionary terrors, and mony hunder times hae I maist swarfed wi' fear in lonesome spats in muirs and woods, at midnicht, when no a leevin thing was movin but mysel and the great moon.