At that still hour, pale Cynthia oft had seen The fair Eliza (joyous once and gay), With pensive step, and melancholy mien, O'er the broad plain in love-born anguish stray.

But he did not know through how many silent conflicts, how many prayers, how many tears, how many hopes resigned and sorrows welcomed, she had come into that last refuge of sorrowful souls, that immovable peace when all life's anguish ceases and the will of God becomes the final rest.

And as to her for ever dear The frantic mourner flew, To wipe from her pale cheek the tear, And breathe a last adieu; Appall'd his troubled fancy sees Eltruda's anguish flow; And hears in every passing breeze, The plaintive sound of woe.

Hard and anguish-bringing as was such work for one with so young a heart, she had nevertheless yielded to the mother's ardent entreaties.

Sometimes a cry of rage and anguish bursts from one or other of us who has been the dupe of a puff-ball family, and who is satiating his or her revenge by stamping on the deceiver's head, and reducing its fair, round proportions to a flat and fleshy pulp.

They laid her down to slumber In this lonely quiet spot, They raised no stone above her, No epitaph they wrote; They pressed the fresh mould o'er her As earth to earth they gave Their hearts with anguish bursting, They turned from Mary's grave.

Mental anguish doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw the inwards, and create a condition in which "not poppy, nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy syrups of the world shall ever medicine" the victim to that sleep which he enjoyed before.

Death he sees everywhere round him, and madly enjoys his last moments, Taking delight in blood, in the shriekings of anguish exulting.

4. 'Tell me, | captive, | why in | anguish Foes have | dragged thee | here to | dwell Where poor | Christians, | as they | languish.

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

This I sat engaged in guessing, strange similitude confessing, 'Twixt this fowl, whose goggle-eyes glared on me from above my door, And a chap with long legs twining, whom I'd often seen reclining On the Treasury Bench's lining, Irish anguish gloating o'er; This same chap with long legs twining Irish anguish chuckling o'er, Tories christened, "Brave BALFOUR." Then methought the air grew denser.

Your cool disdain for me A bitter anguish hath.

I'll feign strange throbbings in my head and feet To anguish heras I am anguished now.

These check his fearful steps; and down he sinks Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Mixed with the tender anguish nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man His wife, his children, and his friends unseen.

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

A brother's and a sister's anguish pity!

Yon hoary form, with aspect mild, Deserted kneels by anguish prest, And seeks from Heav'n his long-lost child, To smooth the path that leads to rest!

In fact my brain in anguish reels To think we never took a leaf Out of the book which taught that eels Are better than prime cuts of beef.

Once more, my sweet Mary, adieu; Farewell; I with anguish repeat, For ever I'll think upon you, While this heart in my bosom shall beat.

And still she beat her face, and o'er them hung, As in a tranceor to them wildly clung Day after day she thus indulged her grief, Night after night, disdaining all relief; At length worn outfrom earthly anguish riven, The mother's spirit joined her child in Heaven.

The bull-dog's howl of anguish rouses the rest to frenzy.

Alminda sees the lovely dame with sudden anguish start, And speaks with hope she may reveal the secret of her heart.

You did not see the bitter trace Of anguish sweep across my face; You did not hear my proud heart beat Heavy and slow beneath your feet; You thought of triumphs still unwon, Of glorious deeds as yet undone; And I, the while you talked to me, I watched the gulls float lonesomely Till lost amid the hungry blue, And loved you better than you knew.

"Saints from the mansion of bliss lowly bending, Virgin, that hear'st the poor suppliant's cry, Grant my petition, in anguish ascending.

Although those thoughts our hearts with anguish wring.