"Swoln" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... varied wonders tempt us as they pass! The cow-pox, tractors, galvanism, and gas. In turns appear, to make the vulgar stare, Till the swoln bubble bursts—and ...
— A Budget of Paradoxes, Volume II (of II) • Augustus de Morgan
... swoln in drenching rains, seeds, germs, and buds Start at the touch of vivifying beams. Moved by their secret force, the vital lymph Diffusive runs, and spreads o'er wood and field ...
— The Sea Lions - The Lost Sealers • James Fenimore Cooper
... inspired— He, too, was struck, and day by day Was withered on the stalk away.[18] Oh, God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood:[19] I've seen it rushing forth in blood, I've seen it on the breaking ocean 180 Strive with a swoln convulsive motion, I've seen the sick and ghastly bed Of Sin delirious with its dread: But these were horrors—this was woe Unmixed with such—but sure and slow: He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender—kind, And grieved ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 4 • Lord Byron
... sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else, the least That to the faithful herdsman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours ...
— Harvard Classics Volume 28 - Essays English and American • Various
... wonderful Life fearful and horrible; and Satan has his place in all hearts! Such agonies and ragings and wailings ye have, and have had, in all times:—to be buried all, in so deep silence; and the salt sea is not swoln with your tears. ...
— The French Revolution • Thomas Carlyle
... Shall make thy bravery fitter for a grave, Than for a triumph. I'll advance a statue O' your own bulk; but 't shall be on the cross; Where I will nail your pride at breadth and length, And crack those sinews, which are yet but stretch'd With your swoln fortune's rage. ...
— Sejanus: His Fall • Ben Jonson |
