"Cadaverous" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Everything established was attacked, from churches and courts to compulsory schools and vaccination. The most vivid of my recollections of forty years ago are the scenes at the anti-slavery conventions. There were cadaverous men with long hair and full beards, very unusual ornaments then, with far-away looks in their eyes in repose, but with ferocity when excited, who thought and talked with vigor, but who never knew when to stop. There was one silent and patient brother, I remember, ...
— Great Men and Famous Women, Vol. 7 of 8 • Charles F. (Charles Francis) Horne
... fainting from square to square, Oblongs and nosey triangles, ever so nosey, Shapes rhomboidal, perchance rhombohedral—who knows? Puce and mustard-tinted—delicate, Oh, most delicate the mustard!— And russet, cadaverous pink, They mingle, compaginate, And their voices mingle, They call me out of the frame, They call, Thinly and crazily, Canal, canal, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, February 25, 1914 • Various
... going to dance, fellows," he announced, and his companions followed him, with the exception of the cadaverous Higgins, who maintained that dancing was a pastime for the frivolous ...
— The Ne'er-Do-Well • Rex Beach
... do justice to the abominable food set before us at dinner—greasy sausages and a leathery beefsteak, served on dirty plates and a ragged table-cloth that looked as if it had been used to clean the boiler. But the German Jew had recovered from his temporary indisposition, the cadaverous Persian had disappeared on deck, and the Armenian children had squalled themselves to sleep, so there was something, at least, to be thankful for. Captain Z——, a tall, fair-haired Swede, who spoke ...
— A Ride to India across Persia and Baluchistan • Harry De Windt
... woman, so that I might thereafter be able to utter her name in my prayers as a name for ever sanctified by death. But my fervour gradually weakened, and I fell insensibly into a reverie. That chamber bore no semblance to a chamber of death. In lieu of the fetid and cadaverous odours which I had been accustomed to breathe during such funereal vigils, a languorous vapour of Oriental perfume—I know not what amorous odour of woman—softly floated through the tepid air. That pale light ...
— Clarimonde • Theophile Gautier
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