What is "polluted"

Usage examples of "polluted".

Though history has accustomed us to observe every principle and every passion yielding to the imperious dictates of ambition, it is scarcely credible that, in these moments of horror, Sulpicianus should have aspired to ascend a throne polluted with the recent blood of so near a relation and so excellent a prince.

The Bravo rushed towards those fissures in the venerable but polluted pile he had already striven to open, and with frantic force he endeavored to widen them with his hands.

At the same hour, and as if by a common signal, the cities of Italy were polluted by the same horrid scenes of universal massacre and pillage, which involved, in promiscuous destruction, the families and fortunes of the Barbarians.

In the re-entering angles of the subjacent Wady the thrust of a stick is everywhere followed by the reappearance of stored-up rain, and the sole shows a large puddle of brackish and polluted water.

How long are the sacred altars of God to be polluted with this unhallowed offering, and the garments of the priesthood to remain uncleansed from its defilements?

In the distance, unfrozen and dark, sprawled the polluted expanse of Myrloch.

He was consumed with the idea that he was surrounded by people who were in some way failed, as though they were all the unpassed components from some high-quality system which would have been polluted by their inclusion.

I do not know why I was spared, since I drank from the polluted river as much as Amba and the rest.

The most prestigious scientific institute in Germany, the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute for Anthropology, Human Genetics, and Eugenics, the German Research Council, and their extensive biomedical and eugenics research programs, had no qualms about the killing of so-called inferior and polluted races.

Bertha derived her female descent from the Carlovingian line, every step was polluted with illegitimacy or vice.

He had heard Dzerzhinsk called the City of Death because it was the most polluted place on earth.

The Statue of Franchise stood on her rock at the point of Hightown, as proud as a pennywhistle, but we stayed close to the Eastside shore, where the sparse cottages and meager yards competed for space with the ever-growing menace of commercial docks, sweatshops and polluted air.

Fishermen, men and women both, who monopolized the chamber walls where the Air was slightly less polluted by the grunts and farts of others.

Beyond the scarred trunks in the background, illumined by faint flashes of filtered lightning, rose the damp ivied stones of the deserted mansion, while somewhat nearer was the abandoned Dutch garden whose walks and beds were polluted by a white, fungous, foetid, over-nourished vegetation that never saw full daylight.

In all, seven thousand one hundred and twenty-eight were, during the month, turned into that seething mass of corrupting humanity to be polluted and tainted by it, and to assist in turn to make it fouler and deadlier.