I, too, a man whose whole nature was athirst for truth.
"Olive A Novel" by Dinah Maria Craik, (AKA Dinah Maria Mulock)
Love, at the beginning, athirst for mortification impelled me to seek and invent various kinds.
"The Autobiography of Madame Guyon" by Jeanne Marie Bouvier de La Motte Guyon
Is not a soul athirst a joyous thing?
"Cobwebs from a Library Corner" by John Kendrick Bangs
Ho, every one that is athirst, come!
"Christmas Light" by Ethel Calvert Phillips
Thou wilt be marvelling next if the stars be never athirst.
"In Convent Walls" by Emily Sarah Holt
Even that glimpse of it was refreshing as a long cool drink to one exhausted by heat and cruelly athirst.
"The Beth Book" by Sarah Grand
And let him that is athirst come, and whosoever will let him take the water of life freely.
"The Doctrines of Predestination, Reprobation, and Election" by Robert Wallace
And let him that is athirst come!
"The Christian Foundation, Or, Scientific and Religious Journal, Volume I, No. 11, November, 1880" by Various
Beneath them my swarthy and hardy peasants are plodding up the hill asweat and athirst.
"The Book of Khalid" by Ameen Rihani
Her crew, athirst for news about the War, were most grateful for a bundle of newspapers.
"War Letters of a Public-School Boy" by Henry Paul Mainwaring Jones
Yes, I will have mercy--
The mercy of the tiger or the wolf,
Athirst for blood.
"The Spagnoletto. Act V" by Emma Lazarus
I am so glad my eyes were first
In which his own might sink;
I am so glad he went athirst
Until I bade him drink.
"The Bride" by Theodosia Garrison
This withal spake the evil nurse,
The nighest that she durst:
“Never saw I yet fair maiden
Of drink so sore athirst.
"Hafbur And Signy" by William Morris
"O mother! that sweet face came pleading, for
love so athirst.
You saw but the town-charge; I knew her God's
angel at first."
"Marguerite" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Charm me with your violet eyes,
Kneel, and with your sweet lips meet
The flaming buds of mine, athirst
In the roses at your feet!
""Fan Me With Lilies Fair"" by Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard
Lifted pleading, and the honey
Of his mouth for hers athirst,
Ruby glistening, raised for moisture -
Like a bud that waits to burst
"Daphne" by George Meredith