chokeful

The last time i was in NYC in 2003, CMJ was chokeful of emo and indie bands.

PSA: In Town or Out of Town (Music (For Robots)) 2006

We should find two of the taverns chokeful of people, he said, because there was a canvass going on for the Florence election; as to the third, it was a poor place, hardly habitable indeed.

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 347, September, 1844 Various

But it was already chokeful of other troops, and more than half our brigade would have had to bivouac in the sopping fields.

The Doings of the Fifteenth Infantry Brigade August 1914 to March 1915 Edward Gleichen 1900

It is but fair to say that these were none of full growth; indeed, the cocoa-palms were no bigger than beet root and the baobab (arbos gigantea -- "giant tree," you know) was easily enough circumscribed by a window-pot; but, notwithstanding this, it was rather a sensation for Tarascon, and the townsfolk who were admitted on Sundays to the honour of contemplating Tartarin's baobab, went home chokeful of admiration.

Tartarin of Tarascon Alphonse Daudet 1868

-- Yonder's a Quaker and a lawyer charged with a riot; and, ecod, I must make one key and one lock keep them, for we are chokeful, and you have sent off old Nixon that could have given one some help in this confusion.

Redgauntlet Walter Scott 1801

Yonder’s a Quaker and a lawyer charged with a riot; and, ecod, I must make one key and one lock keep them, for we are chokeful, and you have sent off old Nixon that could have given one some help in this confusion.

Redgauntlet 2008

Then who will may read the dazzling account of the streets of Ferrara thick with corpses; of Padua, of Bassano streaming blood; of the wells chokeful of carrion, of him who catches in his spur, as he is kicking his feet when he sits on the well and singing, his own mother's face by the grey hair; of the sack of Vicenza in the fourth book; of the procession of the envoys of the League through the streets of Ferrara, with ensigns, war-cars and clanging bells; of the wandering of Sordello at night through the squares blazing with fires, and the soldiers camped around them singing and shouting; of his solitary silent thinking contrasted with their noise and action -- and he who reads will know, as if he lived in them, the fierce Italian towns of the thirteenth century.

The Poetry Of Robert Browning 1874