drouth

When he was cold in the dark days of rain, or thirsty in a prolonged drouth, his discomfort engendered first of all thoughts of Meriem's welfare--after she had been made warm, after her thirst had been slaked, then he turned to the affair of ministering to his own wants.

They gave as another reason for their defeat the extraordinary state of drouth to which they had been reduced by the dusty nature of their occupation and the reprehensible distance from the scene of their labors of any place of public entertainment.

Sure his ould mother in New York would not let her son's comrades perish of drouth - if she can be reached at the end of a letter."

Whence ADAM soon repeal'd The doubts that in his heart arose: and now Led on, yet sinless, with desire to know What neerer might concern him, how this World Of Heav'n and Earth conspicuous first began, When, and whereof created, for what cause, What within EDEN or without was done Before his memorie, as one whose drouth Yet scarce allay'd still eyes the current streame, Whose liquid murmur heard new thirst excites, Proceeded thus to ask his Heav'nly Guest.

Again, the little touches score - the drawer with the teabags and coffee was labelled "drouth?" which, even though I am not a Scot, I knew to mean "thirsty".

He said that many residents of Cholistan area buy Bagasse for their cattle due to unavailability of fodder in drouth affected desert.

And at their fall, his eyes beneath grew hers; And with his foot and with his wing-feathers He swept the spring that watered my heart's drouth. Then the dark ripples spread to waving hair, And as I stooped, her own lips rising there Bubbled with brimming kisses at my mouth.

Best American Short Stories 2015 recognized BABETTE ERASER HALE'S "Drouth" (Volume 99, no.

No good eggs with this drouth. Want pure fresh water.

As a result, whisky tourism goes down very well with Scotland's hotels and B&B establishments, as visitors quench their drouth for whisky and slake their thirst for knowledge by visiting distilleries and specialist whisky shops.

I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't: Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt-- Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth-- Not lupine living on sand and drouth. Was something brushed across my mind That no one on earth will ever find?

In his work Drouth Stricken Area, "The windmill and the drink tub are taken from life," he wrote.