"Accurst" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... O stroke that, when he died, Smote through the realm,—our best, our fairest ta'en! For now the wound accurst Lights up death's fury-thirst;— Yet the allaying cup, in all that pain, Untouch'd, untasted he gives o'er To one who lay, and watch'd with eyes ...
— The Visions of England - Lyrics on leading men and events in English History • Francis T. Palgrave
... the doom of craft that first He planted, making the House accurst? What of the blossom, from this root riven, Iphigenia, the unforgiven? Even as the wrong was, so is the pain: He shall not laugh in the House of the slain, When the count is scored; He hath but spoiled and paid again ...
— Agamemnon • Aeschylus
... believe the blissful change, 15 He weeps perchance who wept not while accurst; Never again will he approach the range Infected by that evil spell now burst: Poor wretch! who once hath paced that dolent city Shall pace it often, doomed beyond all pity, 20 With horror ever deepening from ...
— The City of Dreadful Night • James Thomson
... My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched; That what began best can't end worst, Nor what God blessed once prove accurst. ...
— Familiar Quotations • John Bartlett
... comradeship more fatal far Than any chance of fateful war When faction howled with Cerberus throat, When falsehood struck a felon stroke, When forgery did its worst To pull its hated quarry down, To dim, disarm, degrade, discrown. Against the array accurst That ancient chief made gallant head, Dismayed not, nor disquieted At rancour's rude assault. He shared opprobrium undeserved, But not for that had courage swerved, Or loyalty made default. But now? The ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99., December 6, 1890 • Various
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