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'Avaunt ye, knaves, I cried, running, sword in hand. Before, however, I could reach the struggling group she had struck the man in front of her, causing him for a moment to desist, when, with a sudden accession of strength, breaking away from the one who held her, she set her back against the wall, confronting the two assailants with the look and spirit of a tigress.
Don Quixote sprang to his feet, and drawing his sword, began making passes at the grating, shouting out, "Avaunt, malignant enchanters! avaunt, ye witchcraft-working rabble! I am Don Quixote of La Mancha, against whom your evil machinations avail not nor have any power." And turning upon the cats that were running about the room, he made several cuts at them.
But why do I argue thus? Does a bold determination stand in need of arguments? Surely not. Then traitors avaunt! Vengeance to my aid! Let the false one come, approach, advance, die, yield up his life, and then befall what may.
All that is gross and unspiritual in me rises at the sight! Avaunt friendship and all memory of absent friends! August 26, 1800. George Dyer is the only literary character I am happily acquainted with. The oftener I see him, the more deeply I admire him. He is goodness itself. If I could but calculate the precise date of his death, I would write a novel on purpose to make George the hero.
Recorders. Enter Hymen and the Lovers. Tim. Death, avaunt! thou hast no power; This is Hymens happie hower. Away to the dark shades! hence! And, grim Dispaire, let Innocence Triumph, and bring eternall peace To all your soules and Joys increase. Smile, smile, sweet ayre, on us that come To sing Deaths Epicedium.
She alone holds the warrant for this spirit in future ages, provided she be not destroyed at the sacrilegious hands of the modern world. "But Di meliora! Avaunt, ye pachyderms, avaunt! This is the German language, by means of which men express themselves, and in which great poets have sung and great thinkers have written. Hands off!" *
"Now, Cuthbert, darling, draw your little sword and put your arm round Joan. That's right." Cuthbert obeyed, and his clear voice rose in a high chanting monotone. "Avaunt! Begone! You wicked wolf, away! This gentle maid shall never be your prey." "That's beautiful, darling. Now, William, slink away. Slink away, darling. Don't stand staring at Cuthbert like that. Slink away. I'll show you.
The recurrence of this thought struck terror to the soul of Simon Turchi, and he buried his head in his hands. Suddenly he started up, and although his lips twitched convulsively, he said, in a firm, strong voice: "Ah! ah! fatality is a spur which inspires the most cowardly with coinage. Avaunt, foolish fears! I must struggle on to the end.
Ada will recover from this burning dream. "'Never! cried the Fairy, 'if she yields her heart up to thoughts like these. Thou art a fiend, Beauty, a betrayer. Avaunt, thou most accursed, thou hast ruined my child. "And as she spoke, weeping bitterly, she averted her face from the shade.
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