Mephitic air

Definitions

  • Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • Mephitic air (Chem) carbon dioxide; -- so called because of its deadly suffocating power. See Carbonic acid, under Carbonic.
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Usage

In literature:

Imagination, choked as in mephitic air, recoils on itself, and will not forward with the picture.
"Sartor Resartus The Life and Opinions of Herr Teufelsdrockh" by Thomas Carlyle
A mephitic heat like a whiff of air from hell came out of that dark place in which they were confined.
"A Set of Six" by Joseph Conrad
A mephitic heat like a whiff of air from hell came out of that dark place in which they were confined.
"Gaspar Ruiz" by Joseph Conrad
We remembered your lessons, father, and made some experiments to discover if it contained mephitic air.
"The Swiss Family Robinson; or Adventures in a Desert Island" by Johann David Wyss
Though the lower stratum of air in the Dog's Grotto had been highly mephitic, the atmosphere here was more stifling still.
"A Visit to the Holy Land, Egypt, and Italy" by Ida Pfeiffer
The trees are less leafy, the undergrowth is less dense, and a mephitic odor pervades the air.
"Mr. Fortescue" by William Westall
Imagination, choked as in mephitic air, recoils on itself, and will not forward with the picture.
"Sartor Resartus, and On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History" by Thomas Carlyle
The air was warm and charged with a pungent, almost mephitic odor.
"The Winged Men of Orcon" by David R. Sparks
It was no longer air, but a mephitic stench that choked us with disgusting fumes.
"The Crack of Doom" by Robert Cromie
As a last, but almost hopeless, effort, I advised the injection of clysters of mephitic air.
"Experiments and Observations on Different Kinds of Air" by Joseph Priestley
The warm, sluggish air lay about him, mephitic in its touch.
"Carmen Ariza" by Charles Francis Stocking
The air is close and mephitic.
"Blind Policy" by George Manville Fenn
Mephitic odours pervaded the air.
"Jovinian" by W.H.G. Kingston
The air, already mephitic, became more and more impure.
"The House of the Dead or Prison Life in Siberia" by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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In poetry:

"Who'll bid? Who'll bid?" the question rang
Where throned Death was calling.
I seemed to sense his charnel tang,
Mephitic air appalling;
And every tick I heard the clang
Of his steel hammer falling.
"The Auction" by Edward Dyson