Definition of "cowl"

And therfore al our monkes whose professyon was neuer to eate fleshe, set vp the Pope and toke dispensacyons bothe for that faste and also for theyr strayte rules, and made theyr strayte rules as wyde as the hodes of theyr cowles.

c. 1536, William Tyndale, An Exposycyon vpon the v. vi. vii. Chapters of Mathewe, An Exposycyon of the syxte Capiter

"What differ more (you cry) than Crown and Cowl?" / I'll tell you, friend: a Wiſe man and a Fool.

1734, [Alexander Pope], An Essay on Man. […], epistle IV, London: Printed for J[ohn] Wilford, […], page 71, lines 189–190

The hermit, as if wishing to answer to the confidence of his guest, threw back his cowl, and showed a round bullet head belonging to a man in the prime of life.

1820, Walter Scott, chapter II, in Ivanhoe; a Romance. […], volume II, Edinburgh: […] Archibald Constable and Co.; London: Hurst, Robinson, and Co. […], pages 28–29

The roof came down steep and black like a cowl, reaching out beyond the wide galleries that encircled the yellow stuccoed house.

1893, Kate Chopin, Désirée’s Baby‎

She brought the corner of the quilt over his head like a cowl and pulled it down over his face.

1939 April 14, John Steinbeck, chapter 13, in The Grapes of Wrath, New York, N.Y.: The Viking Press; Compass Books edition, New York, N.Y.: The Viking Press, 1967, page 145

[…] fire was spurting up from the torn engine cowl and glowing in the cockpit.

1944, Nevil Shute, chapter 8, in Pastoral‎, London: Pan Books

In the extreme clearness of the atmosphere the line of every roof, the cowl of every chimney was perceptible […]

1928, Virginia Woolf, chapter 4, in Orlando: A Biography, London: The Hogarth Press; republished as Orlando: A Biography (eBook no. 0200331h.html), Australia: Project Gutenberg Australia, July 2015

I’m sure I’m very sorry, but it’s always this way when the wind’s in the east, sir, and we’ve tried ever so many sorts of cowls and chimney-pots, you’d be surprised.

1933, Dorothy L. Sayers, “Sleuths on the Scent”, in Hangman’s Holiday‎, New York: Harper & Row, published 1987, page 96

He flung himself at the port ventilator as though he meant to tear it out bodily and toss it overboard. All he did was to move the cowl round a few inches, with an enormous expenditure of force, and seemed spent in the effort.

1902 January–March, Joseph Conrad, “Typhoon”, in George R. Halkett, editor, The Pall Mall Magazine, volume XXVI, London: Printed by Hazell, Watson & Viney, chapter II, page 101

Why cowl thy face beneath the Mourner’s hood,

1817, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Human Life, On the Denial of Immortality”, in Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems‎, London: Rest Fenner, page 269

But he by wild and way […] Rode till the star above the wakening sun,Beside that tower where Percivale was cowl’d [i.e. became a monk],Glanced from the rosy forehead of the dawn.

1870, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “Pelleas and Ettare”, in The Holy Grail and Other Poems‎, London: Strahan, pages 120–121

The sky was cowled with cloud, all except a narrow chink where it met the horizon.

1945, Robert W. Service, chapter 8, in Ploughman of the Moon‎, New York: Dodd, Mead, page 249

When he came downstairs from the bar with the whiskies, she had found a sweater for herself and had cowled a thick raincoat over Sligo.

1964, Hortense Calisher, “Extreme Magic”, in Extreme Magic: A Novella and Other Stories‎, Boston: Little, Brown, page 208

As the evenings got colder, he used to reach up and pull down the green baize cloth, and cowl it around himself and wear it like a kind of igloo.

1972, Edna O’Brien, Night, New York: Farrar Straus Giroux, published 1987, page 70

COWL, scrape together. "Cowlin t'cinders up."

1865, William Stott Banks, Wakefield Words, page 17

According to one of his accounts—and his accounts varied with his audience—he was the seventh son of a seventh son, and born with a cowl on his face […]

1896, I. K. Friedman, “A Coat of One Color”, in The Lucky Number‎, Chicago: Way and Williams, page 55

[…] I’d been born with a cowl, which from my earliest age prompted a wide variety of predictions about my future, alternately dire and enthusiastic.

1982, André Brink, A Chain of Voices, New York: William Morrow, Part 3, “Campher,” p. 331