It was my turn to feel my head suddenly turn giddy, though liquor had not passed my lips.
"Lords of the North" by A. C. Laut
Other common symptoms are nervous headache, giddiness, ringing in the ears, and a dull pain in the back part of the head.
"Searchlights on Health: Light on Dark Corners" by B.G. Jefferis
Even to think of being raised to so dazzling a height made Anne's head a trifle giddy.
"How It All Came Round" by L. T. Meade
My heart grew weak and sick, and my head swam with giddiness.
"Ran Away to Sea" by Mayne Reid
He was accustomed to giddy heights, and his head had never turned as he looked down the cliffs at Saint Winifred's, or the valleys at home.
"St. Winifred's" by Frederic W. Farrar
He was now at the height of his fame and power, but on an elevation so high that his head became giddy.
"A Modern History, From the Time of Luther to the Fall of Napoleon" by John Lord
He felt the blood running up to his head, and then came a moment of giddiness.
"The World Peril of 1910" by George Griffith
I'm so giddy at night when I put my head on the pillow I moan and cry.
"Nobody's Boy" by Hector Malot
Their heads were giddy, their hearts throbbing, and their stomachs at war with all solid food.
"Sea-Dogs All!" by Tom Bevan
The moon riding high in the heavens looked down on the young giddy heads, and their laughter, naughty as they were, sounded sweet in the night air.
"A World of Girls" by L. T. Meade
G was a giddy Gazelle,
Who never could learn how to spell;
But she managed to pass
To the head of her class,
Because she did fractions so well.
"An Alphabet Zoo" by Carolyn Wells
Howe’er I turn, or wheresoe’er I tread,
This giddy world still rattles round my head!
I pant for silence e’en in this retreat—
Good Heaven! what demon thunders at the gate?
"Reproof: A Satire." by Tobias Smollett
This is the spot:—'tis here Tradition says
That hopeless Love from this high towering rock
Leaps headlong to Oblivion or to Death.
Oh 'tis a giddy height! my dizzy head
Swims at the precipice—'tis death to fall!
"Sappho - A Monodrama" by Robert Southey
Woe is me, my foot is too heavy for those giddying high paths,
woe is me, who was formed from clay and whose thought is steel and stone!
Never will I find a place among those dreaming holy silent ones,
never will my head by seeing's halo be crowned.
"Crossroads" by Karin Boye