blood
blood (blud)
noun
- the usually red fluid, consisting of plasma, red and white blood cells, etc., that circulates through the heart, arteries, and veins of vertebrates: blood is a body tissue that carries oxygen, hormones, cell-building material, etc. to, and carbon dioxide and waste matter away from, the other body tissues
- a comparable fluid, usually colorless or bluish, in many invertebrate animals
- the spilling of blood; murder
- lifeblood
- the sap or juice of a plant
- passion, temperament, or disposition
- parental heritage; family line; lineage
- relationship by descent in the same family line; kinship
- descent from nobility or royalty
- descent from purebred stock
- a dandy or fop
- people, esp. youthful people new blood in an organization
- ☆ Slang
- a black person, esp. a male
- a close male friend: used, often in direct address, esp. among black people
Etymology: ME blod, blode < OE blod: see bleed
transitive verb
- to let (a hunting dog) taste, smell, or see the blood of its prey
- to initiate (a hunter) by staining the hunter's face with blood of the prey
- to initiate (a person) in any new experience
bad blood
anger; hatred
blood is thicker than water
family ties are stronger than others
have someone's blood on one's head
to be responsible for someone's death or misfortune
in cold blood
- with cruelty; unfeelingly
- dispassionately; deliberately
make one's blood boil
to make one angry or resentful
make one's blood run cold
to frighten or terrify one
Blood (blud)
noun pl. Blood
a member of a subgroup of the Blackfoot Indians
blood
n.
Fluid in the mammalian circulatory system
lifeblood, heart's blood, vital fluid, vital juices, gore, sanguine fluid, hemoglobin, plasma, serum. Lineage
stock, ancestry, descent, line; see family 1.
bad blood
have someone's blood on one's head <em>or</strong> hands
in cold blood
deliberately, intentionally, willfully, dispassionately; see deliberately.cruelly, heartlessly, ruthlessly; see brutally.
make one's blood boil
make one's blood run cold
Converse of object
- shed: It is an act of rebellion against God and we can only be reconciled to him by the shed blood of Jesus Christ.
- donate: You must not have donated blood within 3 months.
- oxygenate: Things to remember:- The aorta takes oxygenated blood TO the body.
- spill: America was prepared to spill blood over a few bucks.
- pump: The third is the ability of the heart to pump enough blood around the body to supply sufficient oxygen for the required speed.
- spit: Hemstead committed an assault on complainant by striking him and knocking him down and kicking him and causing him to spit blood.
Adjective modifier
- peripheral: Brain, spleen, marrow and peripheral blood morphological research was also carried out under the same conditions of animal RF EMF irradiation.
- precious: By the price of His precious blood we are brought back to God.
- arterial: This stretching is to allow for lengthening of the graft when distended with arterial blood.
- infected: They are hoping livers grown from cord blood stem cells could be used to transfuse and cleanse the infected blood.
- fake: Many lay on the ground for days on end, in sweltering conditions and covered in fake blood and raw meat.
- menstrual: The body fluids which contain enough HIV to infect someone are blood, semen, vaginal fluids including menstrual blood, and breast milk.
Modifies a noun
- pressure: All people with high blood pressure need to quit smoking.
- vessel: The leaky blood vessels pour out protein rich exudate which causes swelling.
- glucose: Being ill or having a fever can have a strange effect on your blood glucose levels.
- sugar: In addition to helping me control my weight, exercise has a direct effect of lowering blood sugar.
- transfusion: Six patients required blood transfusion for significant falls in hemoglobin levels.
- clot: Risk factors are: heart failure, diabetes, high blood pressure, a previous history of blood clots.
Noun used with modifier
I have never done any workcold I have always worked with my blood, so to speak.
1. Avoid fried meats which angry up the blood. 2. If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts. 3. Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gentlyas you move. 4.Go very light on vices such as carrying on in society. The social ramble ain't restful. 5. Avoid running at all times. 6. Don't look back. Something may be gaining on you.
What a dull, insipid thing is a billet-doux written in cold blood, after the heat of the business is over!
Pange, lingua, gloriosi Corporis mysterium, Sanguinisque pretiosi, Quem in mundi pretium Fructus ventris generosi Rex effudit gentium. Now, my tongue, the mystery telling Of the glorious Body sing, And the Blood, all price excelling, Which the Gentiles' Lord and King, In aVirgin's womb once dwelling, Shed for this world's ransoming.
True Shandeism, think what you will against it, opensthe heart and lungs, and like all those affections which partake of its nature, it forces the blood and other vital fluids of the body to run freely through its channels, and makes the wheel of life run long and cheerfully round.
Poetry proceeds from the totality of man, sense, imagination, intellect, love, desire, instinct, blood and spirit together.
But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water.
He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead.
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedecked halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall.
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,ö My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. See Horace 413:23.
Never under the most despotic of infidel Governments did I behold such squalid wretchedness as I have seen since my return, in the very heart of a Christian country. And what are your remedies? After months of inaction, and months of action worse than inactivity, at length comes forth the grand specificöthe never-failing nostrum of all state physicians from the days of Draco to the present time; death. Is there not blood enough upon your penal code that more must be poured forth to ascend to Heaven and testify against you?
No government isgoing to take from me my right to speak, my right to protest against wrong, my right to do everything that is for the benefit of mankind.I am not here, then, as the accused; I am here as the accuser of capitalism dripping with blood from head to foot.
And blood in torrents pour In vainöalways in vain, For war breeds war again.
From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seasö Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land.
'I call it a criminal thing in any one's great-great- grandfather to rear up a preposterous troop of sons and plant them all out in his own country', Lady Knox said to me with apparent irrelevance.'I detest collaterals. Blood may be thicker than water, but it is also a great deal nastier.'
But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may loose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire. Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love.
West Africa today is just a quarry of paving stones for Hell, and those stones were cemented in place with
To shave the beard is a sin that the blood of all the martyrs cannot cleanse.It is to deface the image of man created by God.
OAutumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
The Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, which was shed for thee, preserve thy body and soul unto everlasting life: Drink this in remembrance that Christ's Blood was shed for thee, and be thankful.
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.
Plures efficimus quoties metimur a vobis, semen est sanguis Christianorum. As often as we are mown down by you, the more we grow in numbers; the blood of the Christians istheseed.
And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and blessed it, and brake it, and gave ittothe disciples, and said,Take, eat; this is my body. And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.
And now by the side of the Black and the Baltic deep, And deathful-grinning mouths of the fortress, flames The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of fire.
Then washed in the brightness of this vision, I saw how in its radiance would grow and be nourished and suddenly burst into terrible and splendid bloom the blood-red flower of revolution.
A wonderful timeöthe War: when money rolled in and blood rolled out.
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.
Blood sport is brought to its ultimate refinement in the gossip columns.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
And said I that my limbs were old, And said I that my blood was cold, And that my kindly fire was fled, And my poor withered heart was dead, And that I might not sing of Love?
Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bid'st me come toThee, O Lamb of God, I come!
So they threw her down: and some of her blood was sprinkled on the wall, and on the horses: and he trode her under foot.
Quand l'athe¤ isme voudra des martyrs, qu'il le dise et mon sang est tout pre" t. When atheism wants martyrs, let it say so and my blood will be ready.
Kingly conclaves stern and cold, Where blood with guilt is bought and sold.
And all the way that wild high crying, To cold his blood with the thought of dying.
If you strike a child take care that you strike it in anger, evenattheriskof maiming itfor life. A blow incold blood neither can nor should be forgiven.
'Why dois your brand sae drap wi' bluid, Edward, Edward, Why dois your brand sae drap wi' bluid, And why sae sad gang ye O?'
At the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man.Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man.
Somehow that was one of the most poignant sights öthat immaculate woman, exquisitely dressed, and caked in blood.
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damned perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair nature's eye, rise, rise, again, and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but Ayear, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente currite, noctis equi: The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned. Oh, I'll leap up to my God!öWho pulls me down?ö See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah, my Christ.
People in this country haven't got the cinema in their bloodöthe real creative talent has been drained off into theatre.
One evening,Iwas walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjordöthe sun was setting, and the clouds turning blood red.I sensed a scream passing through nature; it seemed to me that I heard the scream. Ipainted this picture, paintedthe cloudsas actual blood. The colour shrieked. This becameThe Scream.
Mud! Mud! Glorious mud! Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood. So follow me, follow, Down to the hollow, And there let us wallow In glorious mud.
So I lie, whose fount of pride, Dear distress, and joy allied, Is my somber flesh and skin, With the dark blood dammed within.
In the place where dogs licked the blood of Naboth shall dogs lick thy blood, even thine. And Ahab said to Elijah, Hast thou found me,O mine enemy?
We do not presume to come to this thyTable,O merciful Lord, trusting in our own righteousness, but in thy manifold and great mercies.We are not worthy so much as to gather up the crumbs under thyTable.But thou art the same Lord, whose property is always to have mercy: Grant us therefore, gracious Lord, so to eat the flesh of thy dear Son Jesus Christ, and to drink his blood, that our sinful bodies may be made clean by his body, and our souls washed through his most precious blood, and that we may evermore dwell in him, and he in us. Amen.
The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and bloodö Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good. 308
Our current tendency to take our economic blood pressure every few minutesobfuscates thought on many problems.
Notforalltheuniversecontainswould I, inthestrugglefor what I conceive to be my country's cause, consent to the effusion of a single drop of human blood, except myown.
We say to you today in a loud and a clear voice: enough of blood and tears. Enough.
Even if I die in the service of this nation,I would be proud of it. Every drop of my blood,I am sure, will contribute to the growth of this nation and make it strong and dynamic.
Imaginethepositionofthemodernarchitect.Picturethe young fellow to be put into a 'profession' because trade is considered beneath him (another antiquarian prejudice).The young fellow hasn't exactly got a legal mind, like father; he's not much good at essays, so he can't write; he faints at the sight of blood so can't be a doctor. What isthere for him to do? Architecture of course.
War has three handmaidens ever waiting on her, Fire, Blood, and Famine, and I have chosen the meekest maid of the three.
I went out to Charing Cross to see Major-General Harrison hanged, drawn and quarteredöwhich was done thereöhe looking as cheerfully as any man could do in that condition Thus it was my chance to see the King beheaded at Whitehall and to see the first blood shed in revenge for the blood of the King at Charing Cross.
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to thegod he worships, aftera style purely his own, norcan he get off by hammering marble instead.We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones.
'A chilli,'said Rebecca, gasping,'Oh, yes!' She thought a chilli wassomething cool, asitsname imported, and was served with some.'How fresh and green they look,'she said, and put one into her mouth. It was hotter than the curry; flesh and blood could bear it no longer. She laid down her fork.'Water, for Heaven's sake, water!'she cried.
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Football causeth fighting, brawling, contention, quarrel- picking, murder, homicide, and agreateffusionof blood, as daily experiences teaches.
Now gae your wa'söTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunöthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they'll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,'Weel brook the new'.
The people's flag is deepest red; It shrouded oft our martyred dead. And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold, Their heart's blood dyed its every fold. Then raise the scarlet standard high! Within its shade we'll live or die. Tho'cowards flinch and traitors sneer, We'll keep the red flag flying here.
Your anger was a climate I inhabited like a desert in a dry frigid weather of high thin air and ivory sun, sand dunes the wind lifted into stinging clouds that blinded and choked me where the only ice was in the blood.
If blood be the price of admiralty Lord God, we ha'paid in full!
Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; 844 Ring in the Christ that is to be.
The great questions of our day cannot be solved by speeches and majority votes but by iron and blood.
For present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
I know the colour of that blood; it is arterial blood; I cannot be deceived in that colour; that drop of blood is my death-warrantöI must die.
Might first made kings, and laws were then most sure Whenthey were writ in blood.
As for the grass, it grewas scant as hair in leprosyöthin dried blades pricked the mud which underneath looked kneaded up with blood. One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare, stood stupefied.
Sculpture in stone should look honestly like stoneto make it look like flesh and blood, hair and dimples is coming down to the level of the stage conjuror.
Dost thou not know that love respects no blood, Cares not for difference of birth or state?
'Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Owen Roe O'Neil?' 'Yes, theyslew with poisonhimthey feared tomeet with steel.' 'May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow! May they walk in living death, who poisoned Owen Roe!'
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood isrunning money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
More blood! More blood!
Irishness is not primarily a question of birth or blood or language: it isthe condition of being involved in the Irish situation, and usually of being mauled by it. On that definition Swift ismore Irishthan Goldsmith or Sheridan, although by the usual tests they are Irish and he is pure English.
Nothing like blood, sir, in hosses, dawgs, and men.
Gigantic daughter of the West, We drink to thee across the flood, We know thee most, we love thee best, For art thou not of British blood?
'It's powerful,' he said. 'What?' 'That one drop of Negro bloodöbecause just one drop of black blood makes a man coloured. One dropöyou are a Negro!'
I am proud that I am an Australian, a daughter of the Southern Cross, a child of the mighty bush. I am thankful I am a peasant, a part of the bone and muscle of my nation, and earn my bread by the sweat of my brow, as man was meant to do. I rejoice I was not born a parasite, one of the blood-suckers who loll on velvet and satin, crushed from the proceeds of human sweat and blood and souls.
There's nothing but our own red blood Can make a right RoseTree.
Ah! two desires toss about The poet's feverish blood. One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort or the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
Politics is a blood sport.
It was the whiteness of the whale that above all things appalled mefor all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of a panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.
The discussion of any subject is a right that you have brought into the world with your heart and tongue. Resign your heart's blood before you part with this inestimable privilege of man.
It isn't just dust that is settling in Korea, Senator, it is American blood.
These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Boxing is show-business with blood.
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
Come; and strong within us Stir theVikings' blood; Bracing brain and sinew; Blow, thou wind of God!
At last America is in my view; a dreary waste of white barren sand, and melancholy, nodding pines. In the course of many miles, no cheerful cottage has blest my eyes. All seems dreary, savage and desert; and was it for this such sums of money, such streams of British blood have been lavished away? Oh, thou dear land, how dearly hast thou purchased this habitation for bears and wolves. Dearly has it been purchased, and at a price far dearer still it will be kept. My heart dies within me, while I view it.
They talk about their Pilgrim blood, Their birthright high and holy! A mountain-stream that ends in mud Methinks is melancholy.
The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatlyassists the circulation of their blood.
As I look ahead, I am filled with much foreboding. Like the Roman, I seem to see'the RiverTiber foaming with much blood'.
The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted; Five scymitars, wi'murder crusted.
And the L said unto Cain,Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother's keeper? And he said,What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.
Booth led boldly with his big brass drumö (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) The saints smiled gravelyand they said 'He's come.'
Drabs from the alleyways and drug fiends paleö Minds still passion-ridden, soul-power frail:ö Vermin-eaten saints with moldy breath, Unwashed legions with the ways of Deathö (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
Waste of Blood, and waste of Tears, Waste of youth's most precious years, Waste of ways the saints have trod, Waste of Glory, waste of God, War!
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself inThee, Let the water and the blood, From thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
'We be one blood, thou and I', Mowgli answered.'I take my life from thee to-night. My kill shall be thy kill if ever thou art hungry,O Kaa.'
Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood: Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth expos'd he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.
Were I (who to my loss already am One of those strange prodigious creatures, Man) A spirit, free to choose for my own share What case of flesh and blood I'd choose to wear, I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear.
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is racked with pains that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame.
Nothing whips my blood like verse.
'Tis sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels By blood or ink; 'tis sweet to put an end To strife; 'tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, Particularly with a tiresome friend; Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world; and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot.
The man who discovers a new scientific truth has previously had to smash to atoms almost everything he had learnt, and arrives at thenew truthwith handsblood stained from the slaughter of a thousand platitudes.
The Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ, her Lord; She is his new creation By water and the word; From heaven he came and sought her To be his holy bride, With his own blood he bought her. And for her life he died.
Without shedding of blood is no remission.
I would be a falcon and go free. I tread her wrist and wear the hood, Talking to myself, and would draw blood.
I would desire that every man would lay his hand on his heart, and consider seriously whether the beginnings of the people's happiness should be written in letters of blood.
When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away: Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.
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