Meaning of half dead | Babel Free

Examples

“When Jupiter, in shape of Eagle, Came the young stripling to inveigle, And seizing him like any Sparrow With his Beak holding his Tiara, To make him sure as swift as Hobby, He bare him into Heaven's Lobby; Whilst the poor boy half dead with Fear, Writh'd back to view his Spiriter.”

“[…] the two ladies were more than half dead when, with the aſſiſtance of all the men about them, except Heurthofen, who did not appear, they were both carried on ſhore; […]”

““It’s very inconsiderate of you, St. Clare,” said the lady, “to insist on my talking and looking at things. You know I’ve been lying all day with the sick-headache; and there’s been such a tumult made ever since you came, I’m half dead.””

“A thing half dead, with weary arms astretch / For anything to cling to”

“Fancy again, Lady fisheresses (I appeal to good old Tory young ladies who land big salmon every autumn in or about the Gordon-Richmond estates in Scotland), how much jollier it is to see the monarch of the stream on the grass than to ‘rink’ at Prince’s, or to be carried round Belgravian drawing-rooms, half dead and quite knocked up, in the mazy waltz. Not that Prince’s is a bad place by any means, nor ballrooms either. / Now, is not this a romantic opening? I am going to talk about cockney fishing twenty years ago.”

“Then the old woman filled her jar with milk, and went on her way rejoicing at her good fortune. But as she journeyed she met with the King of that country, who, having been a-hunting, had lost his way in the pathless plain. 'Give me a drink of water, good mother,' he cried, seeing the jar; 'I am half dead with thirst!' 'It is milk, my son,' replied the old woman; 'I got it yonder from a milken pond.'”

“Now the smell of vodky, especially then when he was half dead with cold, troubled Nikita seriously.”

“"Tea!" she said in a tiny voice. / "Wake up! It's nearly five." / Oh! Chintzy, chintzy cheeriness, / Half dead and half alive.”

“Thirty freaking minutes after we land, we blow up that Hellion freakjob, blow up the Sharkship, and Zero is half dead.””

“Only a stone-hearted person could fail to have been moved by the multifaith parts of the service, and if you felt nothing when the choir sang Handel’s Zadok the Priest at the king’s anointment, you are either an algorithm or half dead.”

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