Which preposition to use with travail
Thirsting for renown, I have coined my wealth of brains into one transcending effort, and amid much travail of genius, and travel of paw to pate, have produced the following ORIGINAL LINES, * * *
"If a man will not turn, He will whet His sword; He hath bent His bow, and made it ready," against those who travail with mischief, who conceive sorrow, and bring forth ungodliness.
"Why should folk be glum," said Keezar, "When Nature herself is glad, And the painted woods are laughing At the faces so sour and sad?" Small heed had the careless cobbler What sorrow of heart was theirs Who travailed in pain with the births of God, And planted a state with prayers, Hunting of witches and warlocks, Smiting the heathen horde, One hand on the mason's trowel, And one on the soldier's sword!
Little did the first explorer dream that the day would come when individuals would claim private ownership of that which prolific nature had travailed through centuries to bestow upon mankind.
Yet whilst I live and suck this subtle air, That lendeth breathing coolness to my lights, The register of all thy righteous acts, Thy pains, thy toils, thy travails for my sake, Shall dwell by kind impressions in my heart, And I with links of true, unfeigned love Will lock these Roman favourites in my breast, And live to hazard life for their relief.
Valour is a 'virtue in the spirit which keeps the flesh in subjection, resolves without fear, and travails without fainting: she vows no villainy nor breaks her fidelity: she is patient in captivity and pitiful in conquest.
It had driven him with endless travail out of Niggertown, through school and college, and back to Niggertown,this untiring Hound of Heaven.
[From The Poetaster.] O this would make a learned and liberal soul To rive his stainéd quill up to the back, And damn his long-watched labours to the fire Things that were born when none, but the still night And his dumb candle, saw his pinching throes; Were not his own free merit a more crown, Unto his travails than their reeling claps.
And where she sate the babes beside, Sits with unloving looksANOTHER! VII While the mass is cooling now, Let the labor yield to leisure, As the bird upon the bough, Loose the travail to the pleasure.