Denisov blushed like a girl (it was strange to see the color rise in that shaggy, bibulous
, time-worn face) and boldly began to expound his plan of cutting the enemy's lines of communication between Smolensk and Vyazma.
I nod my head--Liu Ling, a hard drinker, one of the group of bibulous
poets who called themselves the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove and who lived in China many an ancient century ago.
He was a bibulous
individual of uncertain age, who, in the intervals of creeping about his duties, kept an eye open for possible additions to his staff of creditors.
But the soul that ascends to worship the great God is plain and true; has no rose-color, no fine friends, no chivalry, no adventures; does not want admiration; dwells in the hour that now is, in the earnest experience of the common day,--by reason of the present moment and the mere trifle having become porous to thought and bibulous
of the sea of light.
Bartenders are looking beyond pre-Prohibition classics to other eras for bibulous
Not my cup of scotch, but the crowd in Poblacion is a bibulous
lot, and I could see a bar doing very well in the area.
On the 90th day, the above-ground parts of tomato plants were harvested, rinsed with distilled water and dried the surface using bibulous
paper, then, the average weight and height of the plants' shoot for each treatment were measured.
One 1934 Los Angeles Times article read, "the country has been shocked, if not sobered, by the alarming rate of increase of traffic casualties directly traceable to the effects of hard liquor on bibulous
In it we read an amusing passage that briefly describes how, according to "les bons compaignons," "la chaleur naturelle" (36) (363; which Prior reworks as "Alma") rises from the feet in infancy to the throat in old age (thus explaining the bibulous
proclivities that supposedly characterize the elderly).
When enthusiasts have had their fill of Bourbon and Scotch, the thinking goes, consumers thirsty for the next bibulous
frontier will turn to premium rums.
Convinced I had become a whinging, self-pitying BT compulsive-obsessive I was instead writing cheerful, chummy tales of life in Godzone with a sly dig at Klondike (his wind turbine money factory held its champagne launch yesterday, Banksy sadly uninvited) and a barrow-load of laughs at the expense of the bibulous
Luther Martin, the bibulous
but durable attorney general of Maryland, (52) was a disgruntled delegate at the framing convention.