Presently, in the lee of a little brick farmhouse a short distance from the village of Aubers, we alighted, and, with warnings that it was better not to keep too close together, walked a little farther down the road.
I should have thought," said Blake, "that an indecently dishonest clergyman would have suited him better under those circumstances.
Martin had got off his horse, and was kneeling down beside the poor hurt brute.
Thus matters stood at Dunmore when Martin Kelly started for Dublin, and at the time when he was about to wait on his patron at Morrison's hotel.
His speech was certainly brilliant, effective, and eloquent; but it satisfied none that heard him, though it pleased all.
It was evident that something had occurred at the inn, which had ruffled the even tenor of its way.
Suppose she was to go into hysterics--there they would be alone, and Lady Cashel felt that she had not strength to ring the bell.
Fancy, a jury chosen out of all Dublin, and not one Catholic!
Fanny, you should occupy yourself, indeed you should, my dear.
Well--you must see, there can be no objection on the score of Lord Ballindine?
His bronze face took an ashen hue, As his great woe came blanching through, And stormy thoughts with stinging pain Swept with wild anguish through his brain; But not a word he spoke.
And shot in torrents fell, As if the hottest hell, Of which the black robes tell; Opened in wonder, Woeto the white race, woe!
Over words that are left unspoken, And of woe that was left unshared, Over high resolutions broken, And calls that would not be heard.
From living death in that desolate Bay, We had sprung to welcome the judgment day; Although in the pit should our lot be cast, So that this our great woe should end at last.
If you speak false, Caesar has the means of discovering it, and then woe upon you.
The frenzied storm gust had startled him, but the sudden drop into the depth of hysterical woe and feminine weakness quite unmanned him.
I do hear tell The king hath kill’d my son: If it be so, woeworth the deed, That ever it was done.
Woe worth the paps that gave thee suck, woe worth the fosters eke: Woe worth all such as ever did thy health or liking seek!
My woe no tongue can tell, No pen can well descry: O, what a death is this to hear, Damon my friend must die!
O wife, refell thy wishing for woe, Myself thy fau’t right well do know: And rather I wish myself to be slain Than thou or thy daughter ought woe should sustain.
Unrighteous and unequal gods, unjust and eke unsure, Woe worth the time ye made me live to see this hapless hour!
Think all too much, b’it ne’er so just, that feeds Continual grief: the lasting woe is worst.
Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold.
He called downe his merrye men all, By one, by two, by three; Sir William used to bee the first, But nowe the last came hee.
The salt waters bare up her clothes; Our Ladye bare upp her chinne: Childe Waters was a woe man, good Lord, To see faire Ellen swimme.
And all the woe that moved him so That he gave that bitter cry, And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats, None knew so well as I: For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die.
All woe begone was Sir Andrew then, With griefe and rage his heart did swell: "Go fetch me forth my armour of proofe, For I will to the topcastle mysell.
Then said this lady mild, Full woe is me; O let me still sustain this kind captivity!
Woe worth, woe worth thee, wicked wood, That ere thou grew on a tree; For now this day thou art my bale, My boote when thou shold bee.
Above the stormy sea of human sin and woe and helplessness, there still is heard the lamentation "How long shall I be with you?
Break, break my heart, o'ercharged with bursting woe An empty offering to the shades below!
For infinite as boundless space The thought that Conscience must embrace, Which in itself can comprehend Woe without name, or hope, or end.
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But let us drink a merry toast, Let's drink to now and here, Good fellowship shall be our boast, In either woe or cheer!
But woe to the unfortunate Rosetta if she overstepped the bounds of respect!
