"Bloodily" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the stranger may strike, where live none to sustain. All shun the desolate for being sad. One the great gallows shall have in its grasp, Stained in dark agony, till the soul's stay, The bone-house, is bloodily all broken up; When the harsh raven hacks eyes from the head, The sallow-coated, slits the soulless man. Nor can he shield from shame, scare with his hands, Off from their eager feast prowlers of air. Lost is his life to him, left is no breath, Bleached on the gallows-beam ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol. 2 • Charles Dudley Warner
... issuing from Constance, succeeded in surprising the Confederate garrison of Ermatingen while asleep, and in murdering in their beds sixty-three defenceless men. But they bloodily expiated this in the wood of Schwaderlochs, whence eighteen thousand of them, vanquished by two thousand Confederates, fled in such haste that the city gates of Constance were too narrow for the fugitives, and the number of their dead exceeded that of ...
— The Great Events by Famous Historians, Vol. 8 - The Later Renaissance: From Gutenberg To The Reformation • Editor-in-Chief: Rossiter Johnson
... sections of human anatomy protruding from lumps of clay and marble; its dramatists, drugged by Mallarme and Maeterlinck, dabbled in dullness, platitude and mediocre psychology; its writers wrote as bloodily, as squalidly, and as immodestly as they dared; its poets blubbered with Verlaine, spat with Aristide Bruant, or leered with the alcoholic muses of ...
— The Common Law • Robert W. Chambers
... King. How bloodily the Sunne begins to peere Aboue yon busky hill: the day lookes pale At his distemperature Prin. The Southerne winde Doth play the Trumpet to his purposes, And by his hollow whistling in the Leaues, Fortels a Tempest, and ...
— The First Folio [35 Plays] • William Shakespeare
... who, scorning safety, boldly roams Through woods and dreary wilds, to scour the land Of thieves and robbers? Is nought left for us? Must gentle woman quite forego her nature,— Force against force employ,—like Amazons, Usurp the sword from man, and bloodily Revenge oppression? In my heart I feel The stirrings of a noble enterprize; But if I fail—severe reproach, alas! And bitter misery will be my doom. Thus on my knees I supplicate the gods. Oh, are ye truthful, as men say ye are, Now prove it by your countenance and aid; Honour the truth in ...
— Iphigenia in Tauris • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
