"Malison" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... strove, Nor slacked, nor any whit his forehead bowed: Fixed was his eye and keen; the whole white face Keen as that eye itself, though—shapeless yet - The infernal horde to ear not eye addressed Their battle. Back he drave them, rank on rank, Routed, with psalm, and malison, and ban, As from a sling flung forth. Revolt's blind spawn He named them; one time Spirits, now linked with brute, Yea, bestial more and baser: and as a ship Mounts with the mounting of the wave, so he O'er all the insurgent ...
— The Legends of Saint Patrick • Aubrey de Vere
... "Hell's malison upon them, and upon you both!" cried Herne. "But you shall pay dearly for your heedlessness,—if, indeed, it has not been something worse. How ...
— Windsor Castle • William Harrison Ainsworth
... thousand dinars. This box contains coloured dresses and four flasks of Zemzem water; and now one of the bottles has broken loose and the water is running out over the clothes and their colours will be ruined.' Then said the eunuch, 'Take up thy chests and begone with God's malison!' So the slaves took up the chests and hurried on with them, till suddenly I heard a voice saying, 'Alas! Alas! the Khalif! the Khalif!' When I heard this, my heart died within me and I spoke the words which whoso says shall not be confounded, that is to ...
— The Book Of The Thousand Nights And One Night, Volume I • Anonymous
... while the swelling surface of a great copper water-vessel grew flowered all over with tiny petals under the skilful strokes. Towards dusk, a frantic woman at the roadside, stood and cried out the words of some philter, or malison, in verse, with weird motion of her hands, as the travellers passed, like a wild picture ...
— Marius the Epicurean, Volume One • Walter Horatio Pater
... characteristic being 'la brutalite.' In Carlyle's case much must be allowed for his rhetoric and humour. In slang phrase, he always 'piles it on.' Does a bookseller misdirect a parcel, he exclaims, 'My malison on all Blockheadisms and Torpid Infidelities of which this world is full.' Still, all allowances made, it is a thousand pities; and one's thoughts turn away from this stormy old man and take refuge ...
— Obiter Dicta • Augustine Birrell |
