"Accurst" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... 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 a seeming duty wear, I knew ...
— Lippincott's Magazine. Vol. XII, No. 33. December, 1873. • Various
... replied the cunning jade; To burn it, quickly William seek fort aid; The tree accurst no longer shall remain; Her will the servant wish'd not to restrain, But soon some workmen brought, who felled the tree; And wondered what the fault our fair could see. Down hew it, cried the lady, that's your task; More concerns you not; folly 'tis ...
— The Tales and Novels, Complete • Jean de La Fontaine
... 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."[B] ...
— Browning as a Philosophical and Religious Teacher • Henry Jones
... curious brain That gave that plot a birth, accurst this womb That after did conceive ...
— A King, and No King • Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
... were accurst— With evil omen fraught. You should have known it from the first! This was the truth ...
— Dreams and Days: Poems • George Parsons Lathrop
... wave. Onward I mov'd: he also onward mov'd, Who led me, coasting still, wherever place Along the rock was vacant, as a man Walks near the battlements on narrow wall. For those on th' other part, who drop by drop Wring out their all-infecting malady, Too closely press the verge. Accurst be thou! Inveterate wolf! whose gorge ingluts more prey, Than every beast beside, yet is not fill'd! So bottomless thy maw! —Ye spheres of heaven! To whom there are, as seems, who attribute All change in mortal state, when is the day Of his appearing, for whom fate reserves ...
— The Divine Comedy • Dante
... 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 ...
— A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. II • Various
... earth: O, 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, ...
— Romantic Ballads - translated from the Danish; and Miscellaneous Pieces • George Borrow
... strive That nothing alive Shall die to quench my thirst; No lambkin shall fall, Nor puppy, at all, To glut my maw accurst. With grass I'll appease, Or browse on the trees, ...
— The Fables of La Fontaine - A New Edition, With Notes • Jean de La Fontaine
... all stooping low, their points all in a row, Like a whirlwind on the trees, like a deluge on the dykes, Our cuirassiers have burst on the ranks of the Accurst, And at a shock have scattered the forest ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 3. (of 4) • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... glen, O thicket in the gorge where three ways met, Bedewed by these my hands with mine own blood From whence I sprang—have ye forgotten me? Or doth some memory haunt you of the deeds I did before you, and went on to do Worse horrors here? O marriage twice accurst! That gave me being, and then again sent forth Fresh saplings springing from the selfsame seed, To amaze men's eyes and minds with dire confusion Of father, brother, son, bride, mother, wife, Murder of parents, ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
... keep the gates of Greece, Ye saints of "safety first!" Twixt Thessaly and Locris when Leonidas' thousand men Died scornful of the proffered peace Of Xerxes the accurst? Watch ye have kept, ward ye have kept, But watch and ward were vain If love and gratitude have slept While ye ...
— The Eye of Zeitoon • Talbot Mundy
... you may take it from me, That of all the afflictions accurst With which a man's saddled And hampered and addled, A diffident nature's the worst. Though clever as clever can be - A Crichton of early romance - You must stir it and stump it, And blow your own trumpet, Or, trust ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... our youth grow up to be thy prey, New slaves throng round, and those who crouched at first, Though oft they threaten, leave not for a day Thy roof accurst. ...
— Horace • Theodore Martin
... The naivete enraptured me. "Oooo!" I cried, hugging her, and then, you know, there was no course open to a man of honour but to offer marriage and make a lady of her. I proposed: she accepted me, and here I am, eternally tied to this accurst insignia, if I'm to keep my promise! Isn't that a sacrifice, friend H.? There's no course open to me. The poor girl is madly in love. She called me a "rattle!" As a ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... walls, and infect them early with the scent of an old and melancholy house. Why, then,—while so much of the soil around him was bestrewn with the virgin forest leaves,—why should Colonel Pyncheon prefer a site that had already been accurst? ...
— The House of the Seven Gables • Nathaniel Hawthorne
... thou and I the battle try, And set our men aside." "Accurst be he," Earl Percy said, ...
— Legends That Every Child Should Know • Hamilton Wright Mabie
... 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 ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various
... human laws, The traitor joins the conqueror's cause, Lays impious hands on Polydore, And grasps by force the golden store. Fell lust of gold! abhorred, accurst! What will not men to slake such thirst? CONINGTON, AEneid, ...
— Story of Aeneas • Michael Clarke
... doubt they are accurst and past all grace That dare to strike a damsel in the face, Or of her head to ...
— The Age of the Reformation • Preserved Smith
... Dives! in an evil hour 'Gainst Nature's voice seduced to deeds accurst! Once Fortune's minion now thou feel'st her power; Wrath's vial on thy lofty head hath burst. In Wit, in Genius, as in Wealth the first, How wondrous bright thy blooming morn arose! But thou wert smitten with th' unhallowed thirst Of Crime ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. - Poetry • George Gordon Byron
... on the Dane, perceiving that he had scored a point, and that the laugh was no longer against him, "I van hab nuzzing vor to do mit ze dreazure of ze boocaneer, and I vas hopes not vor to zee it a gains. It vas accurst, as I vas zay, vor ze boocaneer zemselves vas not able vor to vind it after zay vas burit it; and den, ven Cap'en Shackzon vinds it, he vas also murter't, as the schlave vas, and his crew vas murter't zemselves! Ze ...
— The Island Treasure • John Conroy Hutcheson
... Sir Hubert? —Beggarly language! I could burst For impotence of effort: Those who made thee were accurst! Dumb men were gods were all dumb. But go on, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 347, September, 1844 • Various
... long note the bulbul gave out—meaning love! O my lover, hark to him and think it my voice! The blue night like a great bell-flower from above Drooping low and gold-eyed: O, but hear him rejoice! Can it be? 'twas a flash! that accurst scimiter In thought even cuts ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... over, the Poem hasts into the midst of things, presenting Satan with his Angels now fallen into Hell describ'd here, not in the Center (for Heaven and Earth may be suppos'd as yet not made, certainly not yet accurst) but in a place of utter darknesse, fitliest call'd Chaos: Here Satan with his Angels lying on the burning Lake, thunder-struck and astonisht, after a certain space recovers, as from confusion, calls up him who next in Order and Dignity ...
— The Poetical Works of John Milton • John Milton |
