Dorothy had spent a month at Mount Pleasant, the seat of the Lees, some distance down the river, and when she returned, I soon began to suspect that she had left her heart there; for one day there came riding up to Riverview Mr. Willoughby Newton, whose estate was near Mount Pleasant, and the way that Dorothy blushed when she welcomed him aroused my ire at once.

Such mean tactics roused the Leader's ire.

but also to the actual Keats, Keats had dared the unpastured dragon in his den, in the sense that he made a bold adventure into the poetical field, under conditions certain to excite the ire of adherents of the old school, whether in literature or in politics.

It was this that stirred Cicero's ire, and Cicero did not hesitate to expose the man's career.

She rather expected the frivolous courage of her tone to draw the ire of Burke's glance upon her, but it did not.

His insults are most likely to be directed against the very kind of man I have described, because people of different tastes can never be friends, and the sight of pre-eminent merit is apt to raise the secret ire of a ne'er-do-well.

Despite his own birthplace being north of the Tweed, many Scots were aggrieved at the incidental ridicule with which characters from "the land o' cakes" are sometimes treated in that and other works from the same hand; and the picture of Lismahago in "Humphrey Clinker" is said to have still more violently inflamed their ire.

We'll brave their ire And trip a minuet.

He hated Mrs. Jones because she tried to cool his ire by describing the superior points of the particular new baby that had arrived each time she came upon her errands of neighborly mercy.

On bended knees, with hands heav'd up to heaven, This, sacred senate of the gods, I crave: First on the traitor your consuming ire; Next on the cursed strumpet dire revenge; Last on myself, the wretched father, shame.

"The breast for woman's peril that dared the despot's ire, Shall dauntless front, and scathless, the closing curve of fire.

First is a stirring little ballad, the Warrior, by the editor; then, a humorous epistle from Robert Southey, Esq. to Allan Cunningham, in which the laureat deals forth his ire on the "misresemblances and villanous visages" which have been published as his portrait.

And that foremost of mighty persons, squeezing his own hands, and biting his lips in rage, again attacked his adversary and thrust his arms and legs and neck and head into his body like the wielder of the Pinaka reducing into shapeless mass the deer, which form sacrifice had assumed in order to escape his ire.

It would be wrong to say that she could not find words to express her ire towards him.

It was not possible for such as he to guess the ire with which his presence was secretly regarded.

Lone sepulchre in holy earthsure wickedness so dire, Of holy man, and sacred place, incenses heaven's ire; Can less than ever banishment from Norway's ice bound land, Stay sure revengepursuing fateand justice' awful hand?

" As we may foresee, this very light-heartedness of the Sea-flower only served to incite the ire of Mrs. Santon, who saw that every new indignity which she had cast upon her, was returned with more meekness of spirit.

Displeased, it will seem a bright vial of wrath, Uncorked by its heat, the offender to scath; And, taking occasion to let off its ire, 'Tis startling to witness how high it will fire.

Possibly a less stubborn man would not have assumed so uncompromising an attitude as he did or have permitted his ire to find expression in threats, but it cannot be denied that there was provocation for the resentment which he exhibited.

How often does it occur that a passionate master, heated with wine,mad with himself and all about him, pours out his vengeful ire on the head and back of some helpless slave, and leaves him weltering in his blood!

A slight expression of alarm was at first visible, but it was instantly succeeded by a look so savage and vindictive, that Nizza almost repented having provoked the ire of so unscrupulous a person.

19. "Grata superveniet quae non sperabitur hora:" "Which makes m'enjoy my joys long wish'd at last, Welcome that hour shall come when hope is past:" a lowering morning may turn to a fair afternoon, Nube solet pulsa candidus ire dies.

Every day, remembering thee, I drain the wine cup, thou art all to me; I wished thee to perform that lofty part, Claimed by thy valour, sanctioned by my heart; Hence thy delay my better thoughts supprest, And boisterous passions revelled in my breast; But when I saw thee from my Court retire In wrath, repentance quenched my burning ire.

"Depart from me, ye cursed ones, To everlasting fire, Because ye did not keep my word, Receive my vengeful ire, "When I was hungry, and did ask For bread, ye did deny; When I was parch'd and sick and faint, Ye then did pass me by.

And after Vikarna's flight, Satruntapa, unable to repress his ire, began to afflict Partha, that obstructer of foes and achiever of super-human feats, by means of a perfect shower of arrows.