"Welter" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... see him, for she was staring with wide eyes out at the desolate welter of water and cloud, and thinking of home: the home that was, that used to be till such a little while ago, the home that now seemed to have been so amazingly, so unbelievably beautiful and blest, with its daily life of love and laughter and of easy ...
— Christopher and Columbus • Countess Elizabeth Von Arnim
... exigencies of war to take possession of an alien land, has behaved to its inhabitants with the disinterested zeal for their progress that our people have shown in the Philippines. To leave the islands at this time would mean that they would fall into a welter of murderous anarchy. Such desertion of duty on our part would be a crime against humanity. The character of Governor Taft and of his associates and subordinates is a proof, if such be needed, of the sincerity of our effort to give the islanders a constantly increasing measure ...
— State of the Union Addresses of Theodore Roosevelt • Theodore Roosevelt
... Apollo these struck from his silver bow, And those shaft-arm'd Diana, both incensed That oft Latona's children and her own Numbering, she scorn'd the Goddess who had borne 760 Two only, while herself had twelve to boast. Vain boast! those two sufficed to slay them all. Nine days they welter'd in their blood, no man Was found to bury them, for Jove had changed To stone the people; but themselves, at last, 765 The Powers of heaven entomb'd them on the tenth. Yet even she, once satisfied with tears, Remember'd food; and ...
— The Iliad of Homer - Translated into English Blank Verse • Homer
... grandfathers had been wont to send their disorderly and insubordinate niggers. They were packed away, as the miserable slaves had been, to taste something of the bitterness of the negro's lot. So came Bert Russell to welter in a low room whose walls gave out the stench of years. How you cooked for them, and schemed for them, and cried for them, you devoted women of the South! You spent the long hot summer in town, and every day you went with your baskets to Gratiot Street, where the infected old house stands, until—until ...
— The Crossing • Winston Churchill
... of the previous car was suddenly lost in a mass of heaving, bubble-scattered mud, like a batter of black dough. She fairly picked up the car, and flung it into that welter, through it, and back into the ...
— Free Air • Sinclair Lewis
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