Volumes of noisome vapor rolled slowly past them.
"A Son of Hagar" by Sir Hall Caine
I will not try to describe the noisomeness of that reeking hole.
"The Jessica Letters: An Editor's Romance" by Paul Elmer More
The atmosphere of the room seemed to become heavy and noisome.
"Uncanny Tales" by Various
I wondered how any one could live in such noisome places even for a day.
"My Sword's My Fortune" by Herbert Hayens
On the moist and noisome floor is a mat; on the mat an old man dying.
"An Eagle Flight" by José Rizal
It is safe, because it is too filthy to handle, and too noisome even to approach.
"Critical and Historical Essays, Volume III (of 3)" by Thomas Babington Macaulay
How many lay dead and dying in the noisome darkness below, God only knew!
"Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7" by Various
It was a noisome locality.
"Harper's Young People, April 27, 1880" by Various
Thence opens out a squalid hall of noisome odors.
"A Man's Value to Society" by Newell Dwight Hillis
We shouted for help, or to be liberated from our noisome prison.
"Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume VI" by Various
Thy flock doth stray,
Some to the windes their bodie lend,
And in them may drown a friend:
Some in noisome vapours grow
To a plague and publick wo.
"Dooms-Day" by George Herbert
Some idle rivulets, that feed
And suckle every noisome weed,
A sandy bottom boast;
For ever bright, for ever clear,
Tho trifling shallow rills appear
In their own channel lost.
"See Where The Thames, The Purest Stream" by William Cowper
What bands of black ideas spread their wings!
The peaceful regions of Content invade!
With deadly poison taint the crystal springs!
With noisome vapour blast the verdant shade!
"Elegy XVII. He Indulges the Suggestions of Spleen.-- An Elegy to the Winds" by William Shenstone
"For the destroyer frost,
His labor is not lost,
Rid thee he shall of many noisome things;
And thou shalt praise the snow
When drinking far below
Refreshment sweet from overflowing springs.
"Comfort" by Marietta Holley
And though the day be white with heat,
Their ancient yards are dim and cold;
Where now the toad makes its retreat,
'Mid flower-pots green-caked with mold,
And naught but noisome weeds unfold.
"A Street Of Ghosts" by Madison Julius Cawein
Like Bunyan's first pilgrim, maist chokin' for breath,
Thro' the noisome valley an' shadow o' death,
I seem to hae gane, in the coorse o' my leet;
The flames aften scaith'd me an' blister'd my feet.
"Sketches of Village Character In Days "O' Langsyne"" by Janet Hamilton