1
That exhilaration does not froth away, leaving bitter dregs in the cup.
2
The Administration had not yet drunk the bitter dregs of the cup of humiliation.
3
What thoughts still swirled around in the bottom of his mind were bitter dregs.
4
Must service spring from the bitter dregs of self-denial?
5
We shall drain the bitter dregs of mortality.
6
But it's a cup of joy now, for His drinking drained out all the bitter dregs.
7
She has risen to the topmost heights, and she has also tasted the bitter dregs of life.
8
This was one of the bitter dregs.
9
Do you not know who drank the cup of human suffering to its bitter dregs before you?
10
Did I leave Italy and come hither to drink the bitter dregs in my chalice of life?
11
And that meant that he grew up in a torture-house, he drank a cup of poison to its bitter dregs.
12
And if this, the beginning of it, were so bad, how was she to drink the cup to the bitter dregs?
13
These were then driven into the village, where the mess was poured into the presses, and the wine crushed out to the last bitter dregs.
14
"It's the effort that counts," Creedmoor explained, and he downed the bitter dregs.
