"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
... years did she keep the place To open the doors accurst, And every soul that her tear-drops knew, It would ...
— The Story and Song of Black Roderick • Dora Sigerson
... of bed, You turn out nothing worthy to be read. How is it all to end? Here you've come down, Avoiding a December spent in town: Your brains are clear: begin, and charm our ears With something worth your boasting.—Nought appears. You blame your pens, and the poor wall, accurst From birth by gods and poets, comes off worst. Yet you looked bold, and talked of what you'd do, Could you lie snug for one free day or two. What boot Menander, Plato, and the rest You carried down from town to stock your nest? Think you by turning lazy to exempt Your life from envy? ...
— The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry • Horace
... rowles headlong into flattery. Now by theis heavens above our wretched heades Ye are but cowards every one of you! Edmond is blest: oh, had I but his men, I would not doute to conquer all the world In shorter time the [then] Alexander did. But all my Daines are Braggadochios And I accurst to bee the generall Of such ...
— A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. II • Various
... April's in her face, Her lovely breasts September claims his part, And lordly July in her eyes takes place, But cold December dwelleth in her heart; Blest be the months that set my thoughts on fire, Accurst that ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 2 (of 4) • Various
... bless, Yet dost Thou give them that rich rain, Which, as it drops, clears all again. O what kind visits daily pass 'Twixt Thy great self and such poor grass: With what sweet looks doth Thy love shine On those low violets of Thine, While the tall tulip is accurst, And crowns imperial die with thirst! O give me still those secret meals, Those rare repasts which Thy love deals! Give me that joy, which none can grieve, And which in all griefs doth relieve! This is the portion Thy ...
— Poems of Henry Vaughan, Silurist, Volume II • Henry Vaughan
... him first, when kings and tyrants plan'd, And proud oppression's car accurst, drove madly o'er the land; And long he lived when that red car—the driver and the foe Unhorsed in fight, o'ermatched in ...
— Personal Memoirs Of A Residence Of Thirty Years With The Indian Tribes On The American Frontiers • Henry Rowe Schoolcraft
... acceptance here. For first the old man of the mountain will never have anything to do with sorcery and witchcraft, because he hates every kind of superstition, even that which is pious and unavoidable, much more then one of this sort, which he must needs hold to be utterly accurst. Besides you don't even know in what way the thief goes to work, so as to take proper ...
— The Old Man of the Mountain, The Lovecharm and Pietro of Abano - Tales from the German of Tieck • Ludwig Tieck
... And he muttered, "Foe accurst! hast thou dared to seek me first? George of Gorbals, do thy worst—for I swear, O'er thy gory corpse to ride, ere thy sister and my bride, From my ...
— The Bon Gaultier Ballads • William Edmonstoune Aytoun
... million hearts accurst, where no sweet sunbursts shine, And there be million hearts athirst for Love's immortal wine; This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above, And if we did our duty, it might ...
— The Old Helmet, Volume II • Susan Warner
... ends. He could have ordered the raid from Washington, and it would have gone through as smoothly as to-night. The drums of jeopardy. Well, that phase of the game was done with. He had held up this raid so that he might be on hand to search Karlov; and until now he had forgotten the drums. Accurst! They were accurst. The death of Stefani Gregor would ...
— The Drums Of Jeopardy • Harold MacGrath
... men hungered and had thirst, And dying were loth to die before it came, Is it indeed upon thee? and the lame Late foot of vengeance on thy trace accurst For years insepulchred and crimes inhearsed, For days marked red or black with blood or shame, Hath it outrun thee to tread out thy name? This scourge, this hour, is this indeed the worst? O clothed and crowned with ...
— Two Nations • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... ensuing harms to choose the least: But hard, yea hapless, is that wretches chance, Luckless his lot and caytiffe like acourste, At whose proceedings fortune ever frowns. My self I mean, most subject unto thrall, For I, the more I seek to shun the worst, The more by proof I find myself accurst: Ere whiles assaulted with an ugly bear, Fair Amadine in company all alone, Forthwith by flight I thought to save my self, Leaving my Amadine unto her shifts: For death it was for to resist the bear, And ...
— 2. Mucedorus • William Shakespeare [Apocrypha]
... set free my tongue; but I grope in darkness, and my tired arms grasp nothing save delusive shadows. And for ten thousand years, as the sole answer to my cries, as the sole comfort in my agony, I hear astir, over this earth accurst, the despairing sob of impotent agony. For ten thousand years I have cried in infinite space: Truth! Truth! For ten thousand years infinite space keeps answering me: Desire, Desire. O Sibyl forsaken! O mute Pythia! dash then ...
— Selections from the Prose Works of Matthew Arnold • Matthew Arnold
... said; And I sought, as I sank, to trace, Through his hands above me spread, The lineaments of his face. I pored on each palm to see The scar of the stigma, where They had fastened him to the Tree, But no print of the nails was there. Then I shuddered, aghast of brow, As I cried, "Accurst! abhorred! Get thee behind me! for thou Art Satan, and not my Lord!" He vanished before the spell Of the Sacred Name I named, And I lay in my darkened cell Smitten, astonied, shamed. Thenceforth, whatever the dress That ...
— Lippincott's Magazine. Vol. XII, No. 33. December, 1873. • Various
... all tortures That torture the worst Has abated,—the terrible Torture of thirst For the naphthaline river Of Passion accurst! I have drunk of a water That ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various
... Whence com'st thou? speak, where hast thou been this night? What dost thou seek? who brings thee here thus late? Where has this lovely form reclined till day, While I alone must watch and weep and wait? Where, and on whom hast thou been smiling, say! Out, insolent traitress! canst thou come accurst, And offer to my kiss thy lips' ripe charms? What cravest thou? By what unhallowed thirst Darest thou allure me to thy jaded arms? Avaunt, begone! ghost of my mistress dead, Back to thy grave! avoid the morning's beam! Be my lost youth no more remembered! And when I think of thee, I'll ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus
... human race, whom I hate; because of all the world I alone am so deeply, so terribly accurst!" was the ominously fearful yet ...
— Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf • George W. M. Reynolds
... Is warfare wherein honour is not! Rama laments Its dead innocents: Herod breathes: "Sly slaughter Shall rule! Let us, by modes once called accurst, Overhead, under water, ...
— Moments of Vision • Thomas Hardy
... his secret; live to feel the look of a young child's eyes a shame to him; live to envy every peasant whose bread has not been bought with tainted coin; live to hear ever in his path the stealing step of haunting retribution; live to see his brethren pass by him as a thing accurst; live to listen in his age to white-haired men, who once had been his comrades, tell to the youth about them the unforgotten story of his shame. Make him live thus if ...
— Wisdom, Wit, and Pathos of Ouida - Selected from the Works of Ouida • Ouida
... through a misty cloud. Said the host at last, arising, "I have scorned the pledge to sign, Laughed at temperance all my life long. Never more shall drop of wine Touch my lips. The fruit was bitter, boys; 'twas I proposed it first— That foul joke from which poor Horace ever bore a life accurst! Let us pledge ourselves to-night, boys, never more by word, or deed, In our own fair homes, or elsewhere, help to plant the ...
— Poems Teachers Ask For • Various
... let me die, Adam out of hell to buy, And his kin who are accurst.' 'Son, what use have I for breath? Sorrow wasteth me to death— Let my dying come ...
— The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume II • Elizabeth Barrett Browning
... Be hush'd to silence, when a father dies? Shall not the monster hear his deeds accurst? Shall he not tremble, when a daughter comes, Wild with her griefs, and terible with wrongs; Fierce in despair, all nature in her cause Alarm'd and rous'd with horror? Melanthon come; my wrongs will lend me force; The weakness of my sex is gone; this arm Feels tenfold strength; ...
— The Grecian Daughter • Arthur Murphy
... dancing about the platform with the agility of an elephant and working himself into a passion for a set tirade against the Emperor Napoleon, when those accurst feet of mine—no, poor feet, I can not blame you for drumming then, nay, I could not have blamed you had your dumb instinct thus outraged exprest itself in a yet more forcible fashion. How can I, a pupil of Le Grand, hear the Emperor abused? The ...
— The Best of the World's Classics, Restricted to Prose, Vol. VIII (of X) - Continental Europe II. • Various
... then, as I am a true man, when I saw that puir creature come through the ha' at that ordinary, whilk is accurst (Heaven forgive me for swearing) of God and man, with his teeth set, and his hands clenched, and his bonnet drawn over his brows...." He stopped a moment, and looked fixedly in ...
— On the Old Road, Vol. 2 (of 2) - A Collection of Miscellaneous Essays and Articles on Art and Literature • John Ruskin
... I have cause to know him well, As Ferroe's blacken'd rocks can tell. Who was it did, at Suderoe, The deed no other dar'd to do? Who was it, when the Boff {f:31} had burst, And whelm'd me in its womb accurst— Who was it dash'd amid the wave, With frantic zeal, my life to save? Who was it flung the rope to me? O, who, ...
— Romantic Ballads - translated from the Danish; and Miscellaneous Pieces • George Borrow |
