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He imbodied the very best attributes of responsible journalism.

Sad Day for Aviation Week Readers - NASA Watch 2008

Gail Bentley was a self-promoter who imbodied all that was wrong with dot.com. by the way I am Not Hawes

Jaquith Runs for Council at cvillenews.com 2002

In the novel The Spire, 1964, this striving is imbodied in a story about the building of a medieval cathedral.

Nobel Prize in Literature 1983 - Presentation Speech 1983

The spirit of the age, as imbodied in these effusions, is the best proof of the beneficial influence exercised over that age by our sex.

The Young Lady's Mentor A Guide to the Formation of Character. In a Series of Letters to Her Unknown Friends An English Lady

Their poets imbodied in verse these favourite recitals of love and war.

History of the Moors of Spain M. Florian

That they retained another and a worse kind of influence, may be inferred from the spirit, as imbodied in the literature, of the period.

The Young Lady's Mentor A Guide to the Formation of Character. In a Series of Letters to Her Unknown Friends An English Lady

Stil hear and we were imbodied for prayers in the morning and then trained a little.

The Military Journals of Two Private Soldiers, 1758-1775 With Numerous Illustrative Notes Abraham Tomlinson

When it was nearly completed, the still imbodied saint, again forgot himself, and overcome by a sight too strong and glorious for frail humanity fell down in humble adoration of the heavenly minister!

Sermons on Various Important Subjects Andrew Lee

It is of the utmost importance to men to feel, in consulting a wife, a mother, or a sister, that they are appealing _from_ their passions and prejudices, and not _to_ them, as imbodied in a second self: nothing tends to give opinions such weight as the certainty that the utterer of them is free from all petty or personal motives.

The Young Lady's Mentor A Guide to the Formation of Character. In a Series of Letters to Her Unknown Friends An English Lady

A little gurgling sound ascended to the young man’s window, and made him feel as if the fountain were an immortal spirit that sung its song unceasingly and without heeding the vicissitudes around it, while one century imbodied it in marble and another scattered the perishable garniture on the soil.

Rappaccini’s Daughter 1917