His heart burned within him; memories of Cornelia closed his eyes, and then filled them with adorable visions of her pure, fresh loveliness; his pulses bounded; his blood ran warm and free as the ethereal ichor of the gods.
"The Maid of Maiden Lane"
Amelia E. Barr
The ichor of the air had got into their blood.
"The Soul of the War"
Philip Gibbs
Her life, so concentrated, so self-absorbed, seemed more of an essence, potently distilled, compared with this abounding ichor of existence, that audibly sang in brimming circulation through the veins of this carelessly immortal earth.
"The Worshipper of the Image"
Richard Le Gallienne