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Bereaved and broken-hearted, To earth the mourners turn. To the dim and dreary shore, Thou art gone our steps before! But thither the swift Hours lead us, And thou dost but a while precede us, Salve salve! Loved urn, and thou solemn cell, Mute ashes! farewell, farewell! Salve salve! Ilicet ire licet Ah, vainly would we part! Thy tomb is the faithful heart.
To her surprise, her remark aroused the other girls' ire; they looked at Mavis and then at one another in astonishment. "I defy anyone to prove that I'm not a lady," cried Miss Impett, as she bounced out of the room. "I'm as good as you any day," declared Miss Potter, as she went to the door. "Yes, that we are," cried Miss Allen defiantly, as she joined her friend. Mavis sat wearily on her bed.
"For five years give me your heart. Man!" he shouted, impatiently, "will you not answer?" "I will consider," said Vergilius, calmly. "Go!" said Herod, in a burst of ire. Then, presently: "Now, now I will attend to the son of Doris." And Vergilius hastened away.
"You think," he was repeating; "that it may end in that?" The doctor ruffled his hair until it stood on end, rampant and tousled as a corn-husk mat. "Good Lord, man! A doctor doesn't think things," he said, with sudden ire. "Moreover, if he did, he wouldn't say them out. Else, where would his patients be? You can frighten any man to death, by offering him a premature glimpse into the next decade.
Deep and settled scorn, with a high reliance on himself had, indeed, been exhibited in the proud curl of his lip, and in the spelling of his form, but not, for an instant, did it seem that he had suffered his ire to get the mastery of his reason.
A fighter he of the choicest brand, one not to stop at trifles; there was martial ire in his flaming glance; defiance breathed from his nostrils; triumph sat on his lips; he swung his arms like destructive flails; and as he entered a tavern one could only fancy him calling in a voice of Stentor for a jug of rum and blood plentifully besprinkled with gunpowder and cayenne pepper to assuage the thirst of combat.
"Oh, keep coming that's right, keep coming!" answered the miserly old man, who still was not so miserly that he did not want his young wife blooming. "Coming to-morrow, eh!" he added, with something very like a sneer. The other had a sudden flash of fury pass through his veins. The old Celtic quickness to resent insult swept over him. The ire of his forefathers waked in him.
Then you made a crowning sacrifice of maiden modesty and owned you loved me." Shame burned red on Ottila's dark cheek, and ire flamed up in her eyes, as the untamable spirit of the woman answered against her will "It was not made in vain; for, rebellious as you are, it subdued you, and with your own weapon, the bare truth." He had said truly, "You shall see me at my best as at worst."
That, at least, was the English of it; the doctors spoke in words of Greek and Latin. James Bowdoin suggested to his father that they should open the chest, thereby exciting a most unwonted burst of ire. "I pry into poor Jamie's accounts while he's lost his mind of grief about that girl!" Yet, on the other hand, Mr.
"When dark December shrouds the transient day, And stormy winds are howling in their ire, Why com'st not thou?. ... Oh, haste to pay The cordial visit sullen hours require!" "Winter will oft at eve resume the breeze, Chill the pale morn, and bid his driving blasts Deform the day delightless."
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