she asked, examining her little brood.

O City abounding in, for these may Keswick and her giant brood go hang!

I speak of Dante, whose high work remains Unknown, unhonoured by that thankless brood, Who only to just men deny their wage.

Evil days come upon the praiseworthy couple and their dependent brood, among whom I faintly remember the love interest of the story to have lain; and that direful day arrives when the average landlord of juvenile fiction, whose heart is of adamant and brain of brass, distrains for the rent.

Bears, wolves, and all the savage brood, Have dyed the regal den with blood.

Here read the reason of the vaulted roof; How Providence compensates, ever kind, The enormous disproportion that subsists Between the mother and the numerous brood Which her small bulk must quicken into life.

These, falling with so much force upon the diamonds, were sure to take up some of the precious stones with them, when the eagles pounced upon the meat and carried it off to their nests to feed their hungry broods.

But may the all-seeing Father send In fitting time propitious end; So our dread Mother's mighty brood, The lordly couch may 'scape, ah me, Unwedded, unsubdued!

Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good: Light they disperse, and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe; By vain Prosperity received, To her they TOW their truth, and are again believed.

He has swept London clean of the foul brood which festered here before the war.

And in our royall thrones, which lately stood In th'hearts of men to rule them carefully, He now hath placed his accursed brood, 315 By him begotten of fowle Infamy; Blind Error, scornefull Follie, and base Spight, Who hold by wrong that wee should have by right.

"O, bonny burdies, come tell to me If ye are twa burdies o' this countrye? An' where ye were gaun when ye tint your gate, A-winging the winter shower sae late?" "We are cauld, we are cauldye maun let us bide, For our father's gane, an' our mother's a bride: But in her bride's bed though she be, We would rather cour on the earth wi' thee!" "O, bonny burdies, my heart is sair To see twa motherless broods sae fair.

And yet, Frenchman as I am, do I not know that the struggle is already decided?for it lies between the childless nation and that which has a lusty young brood springing up around her.

Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good: Light they disperse, and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe; By vain Prosperity received, To her they TOW their truth, and are again believed.

" "I never met such a lawless brood in my life," prowled the Major, indignantly.

From all which Tom gathered a tolerably clear notion of the poor poet's state of body and mind; as a self-indulgent, unmethodical person, whose ill-temper was owing partly to perpetual brooding over his own thoughts, and partly to dyspepsia, brought on by his own effeminacyin both cases, not a thing to be pitied or excused by the hearty and valiant Doctor.

Yea also he struck with blindness the wondrous brood of Phorkos, and to Polydektes' bridal brought a grievous gift, and grievous eternally he made for that man his mother's slavery and ravished bed: for this he won the fair-faced Medusa's head, he who was the son of Danaë, and sprung, they say, from a living stream of gold.

He went to church in the morning, and in the afternoon stood at the coffee-room window watching the townspeople going by to their devotions in an absent unseeing way, and thinking of his own troubles; pausing, just a little, now and then, from that egotistical brooding to wonder how these people endured the dull monotonous round of their lives, and what crosses and disappointments they had to suffer in their small obscure way.

Why, I cannot say; The endless snowy Steppes so silent brooding, In the pine forests Autumn winds pursuing The flood's high water on all sides in May.

She was little more than a child in years,not yet fourteenand the loneliness and gloom of such an hour in the great house might have set an older fancy brooding on vague terrors.

Since first the fabric of this power begun; His noble stream, inglorious, Mersey roll'd, Nor felt his waves by lab'ring art controll'd: Along his side a few small cots were spread, His finny brood their humble tenants fed; At op'ning dawn with fraudful nets supply'd The padding skiff would brave his specious tide, Ply round the shores, nor tempt the dangerous main, But seek ere night the friendly port again.

The happy possessor of the garden will exact no tribute from them, but the pleasure of seeing them suspend, by a silken thread, to the leaves of his shrubs, the elegant little boat in which they cradle their fragile brood.

We know not yet; Still sweeps the mighty life-flood on, Now here, now gone! Seed, bud, florescence, and decay In nature, races, nations, men; Nay, Earth itself shall fail one day To feed its freezing brood!

It had stood for years, An invitation to benign repose, A foe to all the fretful brood of fears, Bidding the weary eye-lid sink and close.

It took Undine a long time to accustom herself to such an atmosphere, and meanwhile she fretted, fumed and flaunted, or abandoned herself to long periods of fruitless brooding.