dead load

“JSwipe is currently under heavy load,” flashed across the screen, one night as a friend and I looked at it.

A little boy of four was moved to passionate grief at the sight of a dead dog taken from a pond.

But, as the keel of the boats touched bottom, each boat-load dashed into the water and then into the enemy's fire.

When he plays a sonata it is as if the composition rose from the dead and stood transfigured before you.

To-day I'm more dead than alive, as we had a lesson from him yesterday that lasted four hours.

It is a fearsome thing for a man to be left alone in the dead of night with a young baby.