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Desolate vs Melancholic - What's the difference?

desolate | melancholic |

As adjectives the difference between desolate and melancholic

is that desolate is deserted and devoid of inhabitants while melancholic is filled with or affected by melancholy—great sadness or depression, especially of a thoughtful or introspective nature.

As a verb desolate

is to deprive of inhabitants.

As a noun melancholic is

a person who is habitually melancholy.

desolate

English

Adjective

(en adjective)
  • Deserted and devoid of inhabitants.
  • a desolate''' isle; a '''desolate''' wilderness; a '''desolate house
  • * Bible, Jer. ix. 11
  • I will make Jerusalem a den of dragons, and I will make the cities of Judah desolate , without an inhabitant.
  • * Tennyson
  • And the silvery marish flowers that throng / The desolate creeks and pools among.
  • Barren and lifeless.
  • Made unfit for habitation or use; laid waste; neglected; destroyed.
  • desolate altars
  • Dismal or dreary.
  • Sad, forlorn and hopeless.
  • He was left desolate by the early death of his wife.
  • * Keble
  • voice of the poor and desolate

    Verb

    (desolat)
  • To deprive of inhabitants.
  • To devastate or lay waste somewhere.
  • To abandon or forsake something.
  • To make someone sad, forlorn and hopeless.
  • melancholic

    English

    Alternative forms

    * melancholick (obsolete)

    Adjective

    (en adjective)
  • Filled with or affected by melancholy—great sadness or depression, especially of a thoughtful or introspective nature.
  • * Prior
  • Just as the melancholic eye / Sees fleets and armies in the sky.

    Noun

    (en noun)
  • A person who is habitually melancholy.
  • * {{quote-news, year=2008, date=March 16, author=Garrison Keillor, title=Woe Be Gone, work=New York Times citation
  • , passage=Kafka, Hart Crane, Jackson Pollock , Tennessee Williams , Mark Rothko , melancholics all, so why shouldn’t we accept our own bleakness and take long walks in the winter woods and look at the gnarled limbs of trees and struggle with the inscrutable and accept the beauty of permanent turmoil? }}