The seventh day comes, bringing increased lassitude and farther prostration of strength.
"The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, April 1844" by Various
Hers was that state of absorbent lassitude when the words and acts put to you sink into the floating mass of your weakness.
"Little Novels of Italy" by Maurice Henry Hewlett
Indifference, apathy, mental lassitude and laziness are fatal to all effective observation.
"Pushing to the Front" by Orison Swett Marden
Upon this occasion they were lying together upon the deck, suffering to a certain extent from lassitude consequent upon the heat.
"The Ocean Cat's Paw" by George Manville Fenn
The immediate physical effect is exhilaration, but this is succeeded by lassitude and incompetency.
"Society" by Henry Kalloch Rowe
The lassitude which strong men feel when obliged to rise before they have had enough of rest soon wears off.
"The Lighthouse" by R.M. Ballantyne
On waking in the morning we all experienced languor and lassitude.
"Memoirs" by Charles Godfrey Leland
As we looked into each other's faces we saw there a strange lassitude, a chill, grey despair.
"The Trail of '98" by Robert W. Service
But all the blue forces were broken, disorganized; there came an exhaustion, a lassitude.
"The Long Roll" by Mary Johnston
Lassitude lived in his eyes, his long thin fingers trembled.
"In Kings' Byways" by Stanley J. Weyman
Must each noble aspiration
Come at last to this conclusion,
Jarring discord, wild confusion,
"Epimetheus, or the Poet's Afterthought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And oft, if night her sable plumes should spread
O'er toil unpaid--no lassitude he knows;
A fragment of the rock supports his head,
And deaf'ning torrents lull him to repose.
"The Hunter of The Alps" by Charlotte Dacre
Behold, no sorrow, lassitude, or pain,
No hunger, thirst, disease, or darkness, there —
But endless joys and happiness, remain,
Where thy sweet babe does now in bliss appear!
"Advice To A Woman, Not To Grieve Too Much For The Death Of Her Child" by Rees Prichard
Down through the perfumed silences he hears
Their eyelids fluttering: long fingers thrill,
Probing a lassitude bedimmed with tears,
While the nails crunch at every louse they kill.
"The Louse-Hunters" by Aldous Huxley