Does the iron fiat of the constitution doom it to such imbecility that it cannot arrest the process that made them "enemies," and still goads to deadlier hate by fiery trials, and day by day adds others to their number?

If to rob men of rights excites their hate, freely to restore them and make amends, will win their love.

The reference is to the sonnet to Barry Cornwall in the London Magazine for September, 1820, beginning Let hate, or grosser heats, their foulness mask Neath riddling Junius, or in Le's name.

THE LORD Here too thou'rt free to act without control; I ne'er have cherished hate for such as thee.

"He must have seen the hate in my eyes as in my hesitation they met his, for he said with a forced laugh, 'You need not do violence to your feelings by dancing with me, Miss Morriston, if you don't care to, but there is something I must say to you.

The little knowledge I have gained, Was all from simple nature drained; Hence my life's maxims took their rise, Hence grew my settled hate to vice.

I do look for some great punishment for this, For I begin to forget all my hate, And tak't unkindly that mine enemy Should use me so extraordinarily scurvily.

And since we see the dangerous times at hand, And hear of Sylla's confidence and haste, And know his hate and rancour to these lords, We him create for consul, to prevent The policies of Sylla and his friends.

Wherever those a people drain, And strut with infamy and gain, I envy not their guilt and state, And scorn to share the public hate.

Stony and unmoved, he crouches there, and watches and watchesstill curious, or still feeding his hate on the sufferings of the elder, the forbearance of the younger.

Then the Kings rode out of the city gate, With a clatter of hoofs in proud array; But they went not back to Herod the Great, For they knew his malice and feared his hate, And returned to their homes by another way.

Each bears thee hate, each nurses his own grudge.

Drear the doom, and dark the fate Of him who rashly dares our hate!

Mark how they jump: critics would regulate Our theatres, and Whigs reform our state: Both pretend love, and both (plague rot them!) hate.

Humph!I don't mind saying"for a moment his hand lay on Rudolph's shoulder"that I loathe giving this muck-hole the satisfactionI'd hate to go Out here, that's all.

He wanted the vote of the colored people not to express the old hates and animosities of the plantation, but the new community of interests arising from freedom.

You never knew a woman that didn't believe her husband's beliefs, hate his hates, love his loves.

I can and will forget deserving hate, And give him comfort in this woful state.

All the pretended frankness with which the old man sometimes treated the lad was unable to hide the hate with which Sir Massingberd really regarded him; but for this heir-presumptive to the entail, the baronet might raise money to any extent, and once more take his rightful station in the world.

He has already discovered signs of our decay, and therefore informs the reader that "the weaker rival ever nurses the bitterest hate."

Come in with me, come in, and meditate How to turn love to never-changing hate.

He was hurt, and longed for somebody or something to vent his hate upon.

But I, that neither care to say nor sing, Come to seek that preaching hate and prayer, And while they mumble up their orisons, We'll play a game at bowls.

Small knowledge we dig up with endless toil; And love unfeigned may purchase perfect hate.

Don't stay and half-do your part of the business and cultivate hate and contempt.