There was no long pause after my remark addressed to the company, but in that time I had the train of ideas and feelings I have just given flash through my consciousness sudden and sharp as the crooked red streak that springs out of its black sheath like the creese of a Malay in his death-rage, and stabs the earth right and left in its blind rage.

And let thy sword thy praises sing; But silence is most eloquent Amid the courtiers of the King." Thus Tarfe wrote, the Moorish knight, His heart so filled with furious rage That where his fiery pen had passed It pierced and rent the flimsy page.

What could defend me from his jealous Rage? Gal.

" Kurt ran here and there, possessed by impotent rage.

But beholding these merciless hands, a sudden mighty rage came upon Beltane, and struggling up, he stood upon his feet and drew sword; but the fierce hands had crept up to his naked throat, cutting off his breath, the sword was dashed from his loosening grasp, the weight about him grew too much for his strength, it bore him down and down into a pitchy gloom where all was very still.

One day, after a repetition of her original contumely, he appeared before his nurse in a violent rage, and complained vehemently of the old lady, declaring that he could not bear the sight of her, and then he broke out into the following doggerel, which he repeated over and over, crowing with delight.

In mad rage he forgot all caution, all pretense at defense, his one thought to reach me with his hands, and throttle me into lifeless pulp.

How is old Miss Ritherdon?" Murchison reddened with helpless rage; Captain Nugent, gazing at the questioner with something almost approaching respect, waited breathlessly for the invariable answer.

Shepherdess Fennel fell back upon the intermediate plan of mingling short dances with short periods of talk and singing, so as to hinder any ungovernable rage in either.

Old Spenser next, warmed with poetic rage, In ancient tales amused a barbarous age; An age that yet uncultivate and rude, Where'er the poet's fancy led, pursued 20 Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods.

Bright as the gold of Araby Shone out her locks unbound; And while, as if to staunch the blood, Her hand lay on the wound, She fixed her glances on Gazul, Still by his foes attacked. "'Twas cruel rage, not jealous love, That urged this wicked act.

He is the son of my friend; but I say curse him, for all that!" cried the old sea-dog, his face expressing mingled rage and agony.

He knew military procedure too well to think of it, but his heart swelled with bitter rage.

" "You're building your own coffin just now, Dan'l," retorted Tobey, in baffled rage.

My hateful companion was in a towering rage.

no foreign war you wage, In your own blood you glut your frantic rage; And while you follow where oppression leads, At every step, a friend, or brother, bleeds. *

Directly after tea Acton button-holed Diggory, and taking him aside said, "Look here, I'm in an awful rage about these thing's being prigged, because, of course, I've got the key of the shed; and didn't you hear what old Welsby said about it?

Not that he thought of it with repentance, with a single wish that he had done otherwise: but only with disappointed rage.

She didn't strike the officer, or utter a single complaint in his hearing, but sat down as if she had been a spile driven through the top of the coach, and let the vinegar run out of her eyes in pure impotency of speechless rage.

The rebel knave, who dares his prince engage, Proves the just victim of his royal rage.

Faith it is which enables him to foresee that though the heathen rage, and the kings of the earth stand up, and the rulers take counsel together against the Lord and his Anointed, yet the righteous cause will surely prevail, for God is king himself.

The child looked with restless eyes, now at his mother, now at his father, who was leaning on his gun and gazing at him with an expression of concentrated rage.

"Get back, or the hoss'll nail you!" Unreasoning rage poured thrilling through Bull Hunter.

The discovery that his wife and his friend were carrying on an intrigue would be more likely to fill him with disgust than inspire him with murderous rage.

The sullen animal rage of battle is nothing to the livor, the burning hatred of the drawing-room.