Yet one prayer more my heart audacious, Weeping, lifts up in Bodeful stress, What if my native land forget me In my sad exile's loneliness?
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
But all he did turn was his attention-silent, Bodeful, malicious scrutiny.
"When Egypt Went Broke"
Holman Day
Before it was over I saw Bodeful blood-rims under his eyes.
"Reminiscences of Charles Bradlaugh"
George W. Foote