"Brood" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... person of the tyrant Charles Stuart, and which, notwithstanding, rose again to befoul, in the profligacy and debauchery of the second Carolian epoch; on the French Revolution, when an intelligent people drove out a brood of vampires, who had drained the blood of France too long, to be replaced by atrocious demagogues, hateful priest-ridden Bourbons and a Napoleon Bonaparte, the wholesale Jaffa poisoner, on whose death Shelley wrote lines pregnant ...
— Percy Bysshe Shelley as a Philosopher and Reformer • Charles Sotheran
... indeed, may wind their way, 'And sparkle through the brightest lay: 'I love their pranks, their favourite green, 'And, could the little sprites be seen, 'Were I a king, I'd sport with them, 'And dance beneath my diadem. 'But surely fancy need not brood 'O'er midnight darkness, crimes, and blood, 'In magic cave or monk's retreat, 'Whilst the bright world is at her feet; 'Whilst to her boundless range is given, 'By night, by day, the lights of heaven, 'And all they shine upon; whilst Love ...
— May Day With The Muses • Robert Bloomfield
... time to brood on the terrors of his own future. Eliza might at any time occur. She would not for a moment hesitate to go through that open door, and push herself into the very secret sacred heart of Mademoiselle's grief. It seemed to Gerald better that he should be the one to do this. So ...
— The Enchanted Castle • E. Nesbit
... returned towards Jamaica, and sailed along the whole of the southern coast as far as the eastern extremity of the island. His intention was to attack the islands of the Caribbees, and destroy that mischievous brood. But the admiral was at this time seized with an illness, brought on by watching and fatigue, which obliged him to suspend his projects. He was forced to return to Isabella, where, under the influence of good air and repose, and the care of his ...
— Celebrated Travels and Travellers - Part I. The Exploration of the World • Jules Verne
... was usually called Neddy. One day Neddy felt rather mischievous, as little boys will feel sometimes. He had a long willow switch in his hand, and was cutting away at every thing that came within his reach. He frightened a brood of chickens, and laughed merrily to see them scamper in every direction; he made an old hog grunt, and a little pig squeal, and was even so thoughtless as to strike with his slender switch a little lamb, that lay close beside its mother ...
— Wreaths of Friendship - A Gift for the Young • T. S. Arthur and F. C. Woodworth
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