"Unwreaked" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... snorting steed, Hunted by the cry of blood, Cursed with blindness, mad for day. Where the torches ran a flood, Tales of him and of the deed Showered like a torrent spray. Fear of silence made them strive Loud in warrior-hymns that grew Hoarse for slaughter yet unwreaked. Ghostly Night across the hive, With a crimson finger drew Letters on her breast and shrieked. Night was on them like the mould On the buried half alive. Night, their bloody Queen, her fold Wound on them and struck them through. ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith |
