the seventh vial, which he carried in his vest-pocket; but, which, instead of containing gunpowder, was supposed to be charged with laudanum.
Herman Melville. Moby Dick
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Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
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a powerful odour from the man's lips at once disclosed the cause of the disaster: it was the odour of laudanum. Indeed, the smell of that sinister drug seemed now to float heavily over the whole table.
Arnold Bennett. The Grand Babylon Hôtel (1902)
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"[...] do you by chance have any sort of opiate?” I sank to my knees beside her to pore over the contents of the box.
“Oh, yes!” Her hand went unerringly to a small green flask. “Flowers of laudanum,”
Diana Gabaldon. Outlander (1991)
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That, marching him constantly up and down by the collar (as if he had been taking too much laudanum), she, at those times, shook him, rumpled his hair, made light of his linen, stopped his ears as if she confounded them with her own, and otherwise tousled and maltreated him.
Charles Dickens. David Copperfield (1850)
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'It's laudanum. What are we to do? Quick, man!'
'His Highness must be roused, Prince. He must have an emetic. We had better carry him to the bedroom.'
Arnold Bennett. The Grand Babylon Hôtel (1902)
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she decided with frightful coldness that the date would be the last Friday before the wedding and the method would be a dose of laudanum in her coffee.
Gabriel García Márquez. One Hundred Years of Solitude, p.94 (1970)
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The first fellow that picked an herb to cure himself had a bit of pluck. Simples. Want to be careful. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Test: turns blue litmus paper red. Chloroform. Overdose of laudanum. Sleeping draughts. Lovephiltres. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough. Clogs the pores or the phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy where you least expect it. Clever of nature.