He fiercely seizes it, as swooping down, The bird with its sly quarry would have flown; But the a-si quick seized it by the throat, While the wide wings with frantic fury smote The beast, and the sharp talons deeply tore Its foe--both greedy for the other's gore.
be foes no more, Nor glad vile poets with true critics gore.
Ay, when, as erst, he plunged all Galilee In dark bereavement--in affliction sore, Mingling their very offerings with their gore.
Manual, translated by Gore.
Here lay Duncan, His silver skin laced with his golden blood, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature For ruin's wasteful entrance; there, the murtherers, Steep'd in the colors of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breech'd with gore.
The army always felt this: the fact that he sacrificed no masses of human beings in desperate charges that he might gather laurels from the spot enriched by their gore.
They wrestled up, they wrestled down, They wrestled still and sore; Beneath their feet the myrtle sweet Was stamped to mud and gore.
with backs upreared their coils unbend, Extend their ravenous jaws with a loud roar That harshly comes from mouths of clotted gore.
At Newport, one cannot fail to perceive a certain atmosphere of blue blood--but it must not be understood, from this expression, that the air is filled with cerulean gore.
For 'tis on beasts He draws his vengeful sword; on beasts of prey Full-fed with human gore.
Did not Abyssinian sand Drink sufficiently our gore?
I went into the work house next morning, and saw the cowhide still wet with blood, and the boards all covered with gore.
amid the rav'nous brood "A bird of fiercer aspect soar-- "The spirits of a rival raceB, "Hang on the noxious blast, and trace, "With gloomy joy his destin'd prey; "Inflame th' ambitious with that thirsts for blood, "And plunge his talons deep in kindred gore.
The shield plates sprang from their fastenings, and the precious stones, cut from the shields, fell down into the gore.
After his graduation he taught an academy at Fryeburg, for a time, and then began the study of the law,--first at Salisbury, and subsequently in Boston, in the office of the celebrated Governor Gore.
I had hugged this purpose to my heart, Cast by for it all ruth, all pride, all scruples; Yet now its face, that seemed as pure as crystal, Shows fleshly, foul, and stained with tears and gore!
A more blood-curdling feat is to put the unclothed and precocious imp aforementioned under a large basket, and then run a sword savagely through and through every corner of it, and draw it out covered with gore.
Through the smoke I saw a horse with its pack undone and flopping under its belly, trotting round with the wild aimlessness of horses in the bull-ring after they have been gored.
Rudolf breathed a few words of an almost forgotten prayer, when the animal, uttering a dreadful yell, gave a convulsive spring into the air, and fell lifeless, half smothering the Baron with its gore.
The farmer pays high for his machinery and goes clear to the bottom of his pocketbook when he has to buy shoes or a sack of flour, but let him have a steer's hide or a wagon load of wheat to sell, and it's somebody else's ox that's gored.
We were out for business,--hard marching, hard living, hard fighting,--and the opening vista was fringed with gore.
I fought, I taunted, covered from head to foot in gore.
"Nor glad vile poets with true critics' gore.
Then Goll made answer on the steep, Nor ceased to gaze on Conn full deep-- "His equal never came before Across the seas to Alban shore, Nor ever have I peered upon A nobler, mightier man than Conn" The ship flew seaward, tacking wide, Contending with the wind and tide, And when upon the broad stream's track It baffled hung, or drifted back, With grunt and shriek, like battling boars, The shock and swing of bladed oars Came sounding o'er the sea The dusk Grew round the twilight, like a husk That holds a kernel choice, and keen, Cold stars impaled the sky serene, When Conn's ship through the slackening tide Drew round the wistful bay and wide, Behind the headlands high that snout The seas like giant whales, and spout The salt foam high and loud Then sighed The gasping men who all day plied Their oars in plunging seas, with hands Grown stiff, and arms, like twisted bands Drawn numbly, as they rose outspent, And staggering from their benches went The sail napped quarrelling, and drank The wind in broken gasps, and sank With sullen pride upon the boards, And smote the mast and shook the cords Darkly loomed that alien land, And darkly lowered the Fian band, For hovering on the shoreland grey The ship they followed round the bay Nor sought the sheltering woods until The shadows folded o'er the hill Full heavily, and night fell blind, And laid its spell upon the wind The swelling waters sank with sip And hollow gurgle round the ship, The long mast rocked against the dim, Soft heaven above the headland's rim But while the seamen crouched to sleep, Conn sat alone in reverie deep, And saw before him in a maze The mute procession of his days, In gloom and glamour wending fast-- His heart a-hungering for the past-- Again he leapt, a tender boy, To greet his sire with eager joy, When he came over the wide North Sea, Enriched with spoils of victory-- Then heavily loomed that fateful morn When tidings of his fall were borne From Alban shore ... Again he saw The youth who went alone with awe To swear the avenging oath before The smoking altar red with gore.
The color of the mantle which on his arm he bore Is like the dark arena's dust when it is drenched in gore.
For the third time the fight begins; the bull with many a roar Turns to his foe, while from his lips run mingled foam and gore.
She went out, walked a little, felt worried by the crowd of shoppers swarming to Sloane Street and the Brompton Road, got into a taxi and drove to the gate of Kensington Gardens, opposite Kensington Gore.
Instantly he summoned half a dozen stout fellows; my feet were noosed, and blow after blow was inflicted on them until they were a misshapen mass of flesh and gore.
for no conclusion ever quite satisfied me--even when the hero died in his own gore.
E'en fishes there, high cast upon the shore, Yet pant with life and stain the rocks with gore.
One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore.
Once or twice the animal spouted, but it was a fluid dyed in his gore.
For wan was her visage, and phrensied her eye, At her girdle a poniard she wore; Her bosom and limbs were expos'd to the sky, And her robe was besprinkled with gore.
On a sudden, three raging figures arose over the gate, coloured with gore.
But straight she took the scimitar, that once her lover wore, It lay amid the dewy grass, drenched to the hilt in gore.
And here it is no fiction about the ground being soaked with gore.
He perceived the blood on the carpet, and on opening the curtains, saw his master lying with his mouth and eyes open, perfectly dead, and weltering in gore.
Let my confounding plots but goe before, And thou shalt wade up to the chin in gore.
There was in Boston, at that time, a famous lawyer whose name was Christopher Gore.
I know that thou art a valiant man, that thou hast slaughtered more, Among thy Christian enemies, than thou hast drops of gore.
Never in a novel--and seldom in historical accounts of fighting--have I been asked to wallow in so much gore.
Shore he was some riled an' a-roarin' for gore.
I am running red once more-- Not with heathen blood, as early, But with gallant Christian gore!
Julio, forbear: and as thou lov'st the king, When thou shalt see him welt'ring in his gore.
"Oh," said John Harned, "then is the horse there to be gored?
What an excitement, when men strove not with wild beasts alone, but with one another; and when all that human skill and strength, increased by elaborate treatment, and taxed to the uttermost, were put forth in needless slaughter, until the thirsty soil was wet and saturated with human gore!
BROWNE, ROBERT GORE.
In few words is it peace, or shall we fight Till our deepe wounds shall dampe the heavenly light, Make the ayre purple with the reaking gore?
Remember the story of the little boy that was gored to death by a mad bull for asking questions."