"Bloat" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... hermaphrodite — what they list to style me! They will calcine you a grave matron, as it might be a mother of the maids, and spring up a young virgin out of her ashes, as fresh as a phoenix; lay you an old courtier on the coals, like a sausage or a bloat-herring, and, after they have broiled him enough, blow a soul into him, with a pair of bellows! See! they begin to muster again, and draw their forces out against me! The genius of the place defend me!" — ...
— Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions - Vol. I • Charles Mackay
... tell you this much. They don't bloat, an' they don't pamp—much. I don't hold out to be no trotter myself, though I am free to say I had hopes that way—onct. But I do say, fer I've seen 'em trained, that a trotter don't trot with his feet: he trots with his head; an' ...
— The Day's Work, Volume 1 • Rudyard Kipling
... All the world's a holiday! Laugh away, and roar and shout Till thy hoarse tongue lolleth out! Bloat thy cheeks, and bulge thine eyes Unto bursting; pelt thy thighs With thy swollen palms, and roar As thou never hast before! Lustier! Wilt thou! Peal on peal! Stiflest? Squat and grind thy heel— Wrestle with thy loins, and then Wheeze ...
— Afterwhiles • James Whitcomb Riley
... doctoring with as many as six different doctors here and in San Francisco. I was with one specialist here in my city five months, but none of the doctors gave me even temporary relief. The main symptoms of my disease were that my food would sour on my stomach and give me an awful heart-burn. I would bloat and have sour risings, and an awful burning sensation in my chest which would bring the tears. I have felt many times that I would like to leave this world. In looking over the ads. in the San Francisco Examiner, I ran across yours—stating that any one who ...
— The People's Common Sense Medical Adviser in Plain English • R. V. Pierce
... was; And globed in ghostly fire, thrice-virginal, With lifted face star-strong, went one who sang Lost verses from my youth's gold canticle. Out of the void dark came my face and hers One vivid moment—then the street was there; Bloat shapes and mean eyes blotted the sear dusk; And in the curtained window of a house Whence sin reeked on the night, a shameful head Was silhouetted black as Satan's face Against eternal fires. I stumbled on Down the dark slope that reaches riverward, Stretching blind hands to find the throat of ...
— Gloucester Moors and Other Poems • William Vaughn Moody |
