Floweth there not a tainted,
frothy, swamp-blood in thine own veins, when thou hast thus learned to croak and revile?
It is allowed, that senates and great councils are often troubled with redundant, ebullient, and other peccant humours; with many diseases of the head, and more of the heart; with strong convulsions, with grievous contractions of the nerves and sinews in both hands, but especially the right; with spleen, flatus, vertigos, and deliriums; with scrofulous tumours, full of fetid purulent matter; with sour
frothy ructations: with canine appetites, and crudeness of digestion, besides many others, needless to mention.
Fogg and his companions resumed their places in the car, and observed the varied landscape which unfolded itself as they passed along the vast prairies, the mountains lining the horizon, and the creeks, with their
frothy, foaming streams.
He talked with his voice rising slowly, through the greater part of the eighth and ninth days-- threats, entreaties, mingled with a torrent of half-sane and always
frothy repentance for his vacant sham of God's service, such as made me pity him.
It was still piling its
frothy hills high in air "outside," as we could plainly see with the glasses.
Now, shrieking and gibbering through his
frothy lips, his yellow fangs bared in a mad and horrid grin, he rushed full upon Norman of Torn.
On the table -- in token that the sentiment of old English hospitality had not been left behind -- stood a large pewter tankard, at the bottom of which, had Hester or Pearl peeped into it, they might have seen the
frothy remnant of a recent draught of ale.
Her gown seemed to fill the carriage - a little sea of
frothy lace and muslin.
The thought of it exists only in the
frothy vaporings of cheap newspapers, and the sensational utterances of the catch politician who must find an audience and a hearing by any methods.
Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more-- All hopping through the
frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.
Northbury her model, Jo rashly took a plunge into the
frothy sea of sensational literature, but thanks to the life preserver thrown her by a friend, she came up again not much the worse for her ducking.
“Out of nater, sir, quite out of nater,” said Elnathan, attempting to expectorate, but succeeding only in throwing a light,
frothy substance, like a flake of snow, into the fire—” quite out of nater that a wound so well dressed, and with the ball in my pocket, should fester.