uncloyed

We have the historians before us, which, though they find us many and delightful exercises, still leave our desire after truth insatiate and uncloyed with pleasure, through which even lies are not without their grace.

Essays and Miscellanies 2004

The joys of life lie in us, not in things; and in childhood imagination is so big, its joys so entirely uncloyed.

A Labrador Doctor The Autobiography of Wilfred Thomason Grenfell Wilfred Thomason Grenfell 1902

To Desire, who presented that happy combination, a good traveller still uncloyed by travel, every deft arrangement of the comfortable train provided matter for curiosity and interest -- the little ladders for the upstair berths, the tiny reading-lamps, the paper bags for one's new hat, the queer little soaps and drinking cups in sealed oil paper -- all these brought their separate thrill.

The Window-Gazer Isabel Ecclestone Mackay 1901

The boy turned his pony and raced along the column under a running fire of approving chaff from the men, until he came abreast of the bandmaster once more, at whom he stared with fascinated and uncloyed satisfaction.

Special Messenger 1899

The merest glance of our sensitive and uncloyed vision can detect the strength of the relation between two beings, and therefore instantly calculate its duration.

Famous Modern Ghost Stories Leonid Nikolayevich Andreyev 1895

Suffice it to say that my brother had secured us admission to every entertainment, and that we enjoyed our visit as only youth with its keen sensibilities and uncloyed pleasures can.

The Lost Stradivarius John Meade Falkner 1895

I have attempted only the surface, and to express my own first day's uncloyed and unalloyed satisfaction.

Winter Sunshine John Burroughs 1879

As it was really an intoxication, a sense of majesty and power quite overwhelming in my then uncloyed condition, I speak of it the more freely.

Winter Sunshine John Burroughs 1879

Mrs. Cole had prepared my spark and me an occasional field-bed, to which we retired, and there ended the night in one continued strain of pleasure, sprightly and uncloyed enough for us not to have formed one wish for its ever knowing an end.

Memoirs of Fanny Hill. 1749

Mrs. Cole had prepared my spark and me an occasion field-bed, to which we retired, and there ended the night in one continued strain of pleasure, sprightly and uncloyed enough for us not to have formed one wish for its ever knowing an end.

Memoirs Of Fanny Hill A New and Genuine Edition from the Original Text (London, 1749) John Cleland 1749