MW She bows her old head to a voice that speaks to her loudly, her bonesetter, her medicineman: me she slights. To the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all there is of her but her woman’s…
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Paean
MW Victory! Victory!–Yes! ah, yes, thou republican Zion,Truly the kings of the earth are gathered and gone by together;Doubtless they marvelled to witness such things, were astonished, and so forth.Victory! Victory! Victory!–Ah, but it is, believe me,Easier, easier far, to…
Frugal
MW “In which habituation to Obedience, truly, it was beyond measure safer to err by excess than by defect. Obedience is our universal duty and destiny; wherein whoso will not bend must break: too early and too thoroughly we cannot…
Archipelago
MW Elijah, skiff, light crumpled throwaway, sailed eastward by flanks of ships and trawlers, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping street past Benson’s ferry, and by the threemasted schooner Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks. Ulysses Joyce, James 1920…
Sprightly
MW Take breath how they would, I vowd to tarrie no longer amongst them. As at Turwin I was a demie souldier in iest, so now I became a martiallist in earnest. Ouer sea with my implements I got me,…
Quaere
Finally, a Daemon by Essence is call’d a Dae∣mon, not by respect to Sequents, nor by rea∣son of some similitude to another thing, but has got his Property of himself, and has a cer∣tain distinct Existence, and his proper Powers,…
Succumb
MW —Opposed to this pain of extension and yet coexistent with it we have the pain of intensity. Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points.…
Abjure
MW Mi perdonato, gentle master mine;I am in all affected as yourself;Glad that you thus continue your resolveTo suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only, good master, while we do admireThis virtue and this moral discipline,Let’s be no stoics nor…
Fustian
MW Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where’s the cook? Is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the…
Dross
MW She felt like bright metal weighted down by dark, impure magnetism. He was the dross, people were the dross. If she could but get away to the clean free moonlight. Author and Text How they will rage and fume…