Brutal shock and then this second exceeding bitter woe awakened their minds to the futility of individual life.

Close behind Julia came Kathleen, her face swollen with tears, her expression full of unutterable woe.

Robin, I am a holy friar, Sent by the Prior, Who did me hire, For to conspire Thy endless woe And overthrow:

But Rustem's mighty woes disdained his aid, His heart was drowned in grief, and thus he said: "Yes, he is gone!

If I could set some of the forlorn souls in my parish beside the happier creatures who weep over imaginary woes as they are painted by his eloquent lips, that brilliant scene would be better than any sermon.

In the deep heart of man care builds her nest, O'er secret woes she broodeth there, Sleepless she rocks herself and scareth joy and rest; Still is she wont some new disguise to wear She may as house and court, as wife and child appear, As dagger, poison, fire and flood; Imagined evils chill thy blood, And what thou ne'er shalt lose, o'er that dost shed the tear.

Their public theatres often rung with loud weeping, thousands sobbing convulsively at once over fictitious woes and imaginary sufferers: and yet these same multitudes would shout amidst the groans of a thousand dying gladiators, forced by their conquerors to kill each other in the amphitheatre for the amusement of the public.

Patience conquers all things, if one lives long enough, and at length even Wagner's innumerable woes were solved by the appearance of a veritable deus ex

All but the sylphwith careful thoughts oppressed, Th' impending woe sat heavy on his breast.

'Unitarian Christianity does not believe that God will plunge any of his children into everlasting woe.

Your queen lies dying in her awful woe, Oh, why should she from us to Hades go?"

XII "LILALILA!" O, treble woe Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Depriv'd thee of!Hold off the earth awhile, Till I have caught her once more in my arms.

When Orpheus tuned his lyre with pleasing woe, Rivers forgot to run, and winds to blow, While listening forests covered as he played, The soft musician in a moving shade.

The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness' altered eye, That mocks the tear it forced to flow; And keen Remorse with blood defiled, And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

Now if any man ever had honour of the guardians of Olympus, Tantalos was that man; but his high fortune he could not digest, and by excess thereof won him an overwhelming woe, in that the Father hath hung above him a mighty stone that he would fain ward from his head, and therewithal he is fallen from joy.

Cease, cease ye throbs of hopeless woe; He lives the future hours to bless, He lives, the purest joy to know, Parental transports fond excess; His sight a father's eye shall chear, A sister's drooping charms endear:

loose a raging lion from the snare, And let him growling hasten to his lair? Bethink thee well; in war, from this unwise, This thoughtless act what countless woes may rise; Never again suspend the final blow, Nor trust the seeming weakness of a foe!" "Hence with complaint," the dauntless youth replied, "To-morrow's contest shall his fate decide.

And this I do struggle always to make plain; and you shall not blame me that I think overmuch upon it; for, in truth there was an horror so wondrous and drear about it, that I can forget not; but do strive always that others should know with me that peculiar woe and terror that did haunt the night.

140 These sons of sloth, who by profusion thrive, His pride inveigled from the public hive: And numbers pine in solitary woe, Who furnish'd out this phantasy of show.

And should the North compassion feel I'd fling them to great Heaven, to deal On them its direst woe.

And long it close conceal'd, till mickle woe Thereof arose, and manie a rufull teare, Reason with sudden rage did overgoe; And, giving hastie credit to th'accuser, 135 Was led away of them that did abuse her.

"No scene of human life but teems with mortal woe."Sir

If they are true, these hopes that from thee flow, If it is real, this sweet expectancy, Break down the wall that stands 'twixt me and thee; For pain in prison pent hath double woe.

A moment's pause: then midst a wail Of agonizing woe, His answer falls upon the ear, 'Yes, sister, you must go!' 'No longer can my arm defend, No longer can I save My sister from the horrid fate That waits her as a SLAVE!'

It was as if all the silent, patient woe and discouragement of a dumb antiquity had been congealed into this memorial.