Doth Stella now begin with piteous eye The ruins of her conquest to espy: Will she take time, before all wracked be? Her eye's speech is translated thus by thee. But failst thou not in phrase so heav'nly high? Look on again, the fair text better try: What blushing notes dost thou...
Here are 24 idiomatic phrases involving horses, pigs, chickens, goats, and more of your favorite farm animals.
He came next day and next day, only to see re-enacted the same piteous scene,–the woman pleading to be made a wife ere death hushed Tony’s blasphemies, the man chuckling in pain-racked glee at the prospect of her bereaved misery. Not all the prayers of Father Leblanc nor the ...
A piteous cry greeted the suggestion. “The White Butterfly will come with us and bind up the wounds,” said Daddy. “The squaws are jolly good as torturers,” remarked Laddie. “Really, Daddy, this strikes me as a most immoral game,” said the Lady, who had been a sympathetic...
The only result of Tootsie’s occasional lack of emotional control is that she sometimes begins to whine piteously while I’m fixing her dinner. If that happens I just stop what I’m doing and freeze, after which she gets quiet and I continue. Otherwise, she is a remarkably docile and ...
Of a similar feeling on the part of the Britons, when isolated in Wales, Aldhelm of Malmesbury had a piteous tale to tell, soon after 700. "The people on the other side the Severn had such a horror of communication with the West Saxon Christians that the...
The rooms within had the piteous shine That home-things wear when there’s aught amiss; From the stairway floated the rise and fall Of an infant’s call, Whose birth had brought her to this. Her life was the price she would pay for that whine – For a child by the man she did not...
I cried piteously. Our shaman turned around, came back and cast water walking on me. He is my only friend. But Rhidach said, “Don’t you have that MAGE thing? That ice berg?” “The what now?” “You don’t KNOW about it?” “Know about what?!” “It’s an iceberg like ...
With red hands at her throat--a piteous sight. Then the new Cæsar, stricken with affright At his own daring, shrunk from public gaze In the Elysée, and had lost the day But that around him flocked his birds of prey, Sharp-beaked, voracious, hungry for the deed. ...
Where weeps the world and hangs its piteous wreaths For its new dead! Not Truth, but Faith, it is That keeps the world alive. If all at once Faith were to slacken,—that unconscious faith Which must, I know, yet be the corner-stone Of all believing,—birds now...