But, most blessed and right potent saint, while I am at the ears of thee, fain would I crave thy aid on matter of vasty weight and import.

<Ask, inquire, question, interrogate, interpellate, query, quiz, catechize, request, beg, solicit, entreat, beseech, crave, implore, supplicate, importune, petition.

That to crave is to ask humbly and abjectly, as though unworthy of receiving.

Yearn, long, hanker, pine, crave.

I crave no weapon, but let me not be meanly hanged this day.

"I cannot stay later, good friends," said he, "for my lady will wax anxious if I come not home; so I crave leave to depart.

"I would crave thy mercy," said he.

"Can't use any sas'frass roots, can ye?" "No, indeed; all we crave is the 'Lives of the Saints.'

And how can you wonder if their appetites, sickened with filth and self-disgust, crave after the gin-shop for temporary strength, and then for temporary forgetfulness?

My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find, As far exceeds all earthly bliss That world affords, or grows by kind: Though much I want what most men have, Yet doth my mind forbid me crave.

Some have too much, yet still they crave; I little have, yet seek no more: They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich, with little store.

I humbly crave, Let me once know.

"Before I go, I have an apology to make and a pardon to crave.

His gay courage, his debonair grace, the good manners of that outer world such a girl must crave, the affectionate touch of friendliness in his smile: how could any woman on this forsaken edge of the Arctic resist them?

All normal men and women crave such periods; and Bernard Shaw says that we reach them through strong tea, tobacco, whiskey, opium, love, art or religion.

Is there a heart so cold in man, Can galling fetters crave?

Remorseful, penitent, and lowly, I come to crave, O Father holy, Thy benediction on my head.

And I Prince Henry of Hoheneck, Who crave your hospitality to-night.

But one line is all we crave.

How can poor Father crave those 'messages' from her!

"Sire," said he, "I crave a gift.

She deceives us with a shadow, offers us a name in place of what we crave for with every nobler instinct of the soul.

Yet I have with due submission to crave your lordship's leave to say somewhat.'

When winds go round and round in bands, And thrum upon the door, And birds take places overhead, To bear them orchestra, I crave him grace, of summer boughs, If such an outcast be, He never heard that fleshless chant Rise solemn in the tree, As if some caravan of sound On deserts, in the sky, Had broken rank, Then knit, and passed In seamless company.

The young ne'er crave A prouder lot; their patient toil is cheered; Their Gods are worshipped and their sires revered; And there when Justice passed from earth away She left the latest traces of her sway.