153 examples of tasteless in sentences
Insipid, tasteless, flat, vapid.
You know that it is not to go, like the daughters of Zion in Isaiah's time, with mincing gait, and borrowed head-gear, and tasteless finery, the head well-nigh empty, the heart full of little save vanity and vexation of spirit, busy all the week over cheap novels and expensive dresses, and on Sunday over a little dilettante devotion.
Our Monday's milk porritch, blue and tasteless, and the pease soup of Saturday, coarse and choking, were enriched for him with a slice of "extraordinary bread and butter," from the hot-loaf of the Temple.
I am impatient and querulous under culinary disappointments, as to come home at the dinner hour, for instance, expecting some savoury mess, and to find one quite tasteless and sapidless.
If it have time to cool, it is the most tasteless of all cold meats.
A church had been built, the shell at least, and partly floored, with a very simple, but not tasteless, altar; the Abbe had a good house, with a gallery, jalousies, and white china handles to the doors.
Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy; In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'r; With listless eyes the dotard views the store, He views, and wonders that they please no more; Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wines, And luxury with sighs her slave resigns.
I come from empty noise, and tasteless pomp, From crowds, that hide a monarch from himself, To prove the sweets of privacy and friendship, And dwell upon the beauties of Irene.
Robb'd of the maid, with whom I wish'd to triumph, No more I burn for fame, or for dominion; Success and conquest now are empty sounds, Remorse and anguish seize on all my breast; Those groves, whose shades embower'd the dear Irene, Heard her last cries, and fann'd her dying beauties, Shall hide me from the tasteless world for ever.
Permit me to fly with you from this tasteless tranquillity, which will yet grow more loathsome when you have left me.
But that inquiry is now grown tasteless and irksome.
The latter is bad and tasteless in the Caspian, with the exception of the sturgeon, which abounds during certain seasons of the year.
The fruits and biscuits were shrivelled and tasteless, having evidently been there some months.
But that inquiry is now grown tasteless and irksome, and I have been for some time unsettled and distracted.
It is a black, tasteless berry, a little larger than the whortleberry.
And yet, there is nothing gaudy or tasteless, or glaringly obtrusive, in this extraordinary clerical rostrum.
The natives thought it tasteless compared with the fei, so rich in color and flavor.
Again he filled a cab with drawings, again he went back to the Metropole and to maddening columns of new figuresback to the monotony of tasteless meals served at his elbow.
If poetic value lies in the stimulation of religious feelings, Lead kindly Light is no better poem than many a tasteless version of a Psalm: if in the excitement of patriotism, why is Scots, wha hae superior to We don't want to fight?
The spirit, volatile and fiery, is the proper emblem of vivacity and wit; the acidity of the lemon will very aptly figure pungency of raillery, and acrimony of censure; sugar is the natural representative of luscious adulation and gentle complaisance; and water is the proper hieroglyphick of easy prattle, innocent and tasteless.
If the apples are especially tasteless, lemon juice or some sour apple jelly should be added after rubbing through the colander.
The church is a tasteless building, erected in 1829, with a showy semi-Italian interior.
I kept my bed, as I had never been willing to do before if able to arise from it, until noon sometimes, for want of nervous impulse, and my food was tasteless and innutritious, even when I forced myself to eat a portion of what was placed regularly before me.
Fat lazy footmen; tasteless cutlets; a feeling that a lot of money is being spent, that the situation is hopeless, and that it is impossible to change the course of things.
In the great house is a fine library which is talked about but is never used; they give you watery coffee which you cannot drink; the garden is tasteless with no flowers in itand they pretend that all this is something Tolstoian.