"Molt" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... be good galls, dood dallars, I mean, and no crying dallars. I heard somebody coming upstairs, and forgot I was in the country; and I was afraid of a visitor: that is one advantage of being here, that I am not teased with solicitors. Molt, the chemist, is my acquaintance. My service to Dr. Smith. I sent the question to him about Sir Walter Raleigh's cordial, and the answer he returned is in these words: "It is directly after Mr. Boyle's receipt." That commission is performed; if he wants any of it, Molt ...
— The Journal to Stella • Jonathan Swift
... did not molt a feather when the victors returned to camp flushed with their triumph, which, in the eyes of those inexperienced three-months men, had the dimensions of Waterloo. He did not know that in proportion as they magnified their ...
— The Red Acorn • John McElroy
... in worn pelage taken in May at Two Buttes peak: no molt in evidence; pelage thinner and rougher than in adults of same tooth wear taken in February in unworn pelage (described above); upper parts duller, less heavily overlaid with black; sides less richly yellowish, slightly more pinkish in hue; underparts with no fur white to base (as usual ...
— A New Subspecies of Wood Rat (Neotoma mexicana) from Colorado • Robert B. Finley
... and distance assending the Molt no mar R from it's enterance into the Columbia at the lower point of the 3rd Image Canoe ...
— The Journals of Lewis and Clark • Meriwether Lewis et al
... the females, and savage fights with rivals. He endures more than would be possible in his ordinary physical state. Then come the care of the young and the long flights for water and food during the drought of the summer. After the molt, autumn finds him once more in flock, and with the first frosts he is off again to the South. In the wild state, rut is the capstone of perfect physical condition." (A.W. Johnstone, "The Relation of Menstruation to the other Reproductive ...
— Studies in the Psychology of Sex, Volume 1 (of 6) • Havelock Ellis
... this your land I fared * Hoping to 'joy the union-boon forthright: How many a stony wold for this I spanned; * How oft I waked when men kept watch o'night! To fare fro' another land for sight of you * Love bade, while length of way forbade my sprite: So by His name[FN387] who molt my frame, have ruth, * And quench the flames thy love in me did light: Thou fillest, arrayed with glory's robes and rays, * Heaven's stars with joy and Luna with despight. Then who dare chide or blame me for my love * Of one that can ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 2 • Richard F. Burton |
