"Cureless" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... throw thee from my care for ever Into the staggers and the cureless lapse Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice, Without all terms ...
— Shakespeare: His Life, Art, And Characters, Volume I. • H. N. Hudson
... thee—[433] Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe: Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm be found, Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not— Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth— Still must mine, though bleeding, beat;[rk] And the undying thought which paineth[rl] Is—that we no more may meet. These ...
— The Works Of Lord Byron, Vol. 3 (of 7) • Lord Byron
... the father's bosom felt the cruel cureless wound, "Brave and gallant boy!" said Arjun;—and he sank ...
— Maha-bharata - The Epic of Ancient India Condensed into English Verse • Anonymous
... solemnly, "I know not what may be the cost to both of us to rid me of this fatal birthmark. Perhaps its removal may cause cureless deformity; or it may be the stain goes as deep as life itself. Again: do we know that there is a possibility, on any terms, of unclasping the firm gripe of this little hand which was laid upon me before I came ...
— Mosses from an Old Manse and Other Stories • Nathaniel Hawthorne
... onward march; and the bleak desert, silent, waste, and lifeless, which it leaves behind, seems for ever doomed to desolation. Vain fear! The rain descends once more upon the dry and thirsty soil, and, from that very hour which seemed the date of cureless ruin, Nature puts forth her wondrous power with increased effort, and again her green and flower-embroidered mantle decks the earth with ...
— The History of Australian Exploration from 1788 to 1888 • Ernest Favenc
... more loathsome to my vexed thoughts [278] Than noisome parbreak [279] of the Stygian snakes, Which fills the nooks of hell with standing air, Infecting all the ghosts with cureless griefs! O dreary engines of my loathed sight, That see my crown, my honour, and my name Thrust under yoke and thraldom of a thief, Why feed ye still on day's accursed beams, And sink not quite into my tortur'd ...
— Tamburlaine the Great, Part I. • Christopher Marlowe
... no language find, of Sassenach or Gael, Nor note of music in the land, my cureless woe to quail. And art thou gone, without a word, without a kindly look Of smiling comfort, on the bard whose life thy ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volumes I-VI. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... vaporous, and foggy Night! Since thou art guilty of my cureless crime, Muster thy mists to meet the eastern light, Make war against proportion'd course of time; Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed, Knit poisonous ...
— The Rape of Lucrece • William Shakespeare [Clark edition] |
