I wish to demonstrate further the infelicity of these arms
Lightning- like blows they were, four of them, right and left; and heavy they were, for Ponta winced away from them and staggered back, half dropping his arms
, his shoulders drooping forward and in, as though he were about to double in at the waist and collapse.
Her eyes softened upon him, and a kind answer was on her lips, when a hoarse shout, with the clatter of arms
and stamping of steeds, rose up from the bailey below.
Suddenly I came to myself and, with that strange instinct which seems ever to prompt me to my duty, I seized the cudgel, which had fallen to the floor at the commencement of the battle, and swinging it with all the power of my earthly arms
I crashed it full upon the head of the ape, crushing his skull as though it had been an eggshell.
He crooked the arm
next to her - crooked it very slightly and with secret tentativeness, not invitingly, but just casually, as though he was accustomed to walk that way.
If, my lord, the beams of that sun that thou holdest eclipsed in thine arms
did not dazzle and rob thine eyes of sight thou wouldst have seen by this time that she who kneels at thy feet is, so long as thou wilt have it so, the unhappy and unfortunate Dorothea.
His right hand held her left, and he pressed her arm
close against his heart as he leaned down towards her.
Amazement seis'd The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see Thus foil'd thir mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout, Presage of Victorie and fierce desire Of Battel: whereat MICHAEL bid sound Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung HOSANNA to the Highest: nor stood at gaze The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn'd The horrid shock: now storming furie rose, And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now Was never, Arms
on Armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the noise Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew, And flying vaulted either Host with fire.
cried the captain; he never drinks it; it's a sort of fits to him; fresh water throws him into the hydrophobia; but go on --go on with the arm
Then sharply, seeing I gripped my arm
, "What's the matter?
On the same evening Gryphus, as he brought the prisoner his mess, slipped on the damp flags whilst opening the door of the cell, and fell, in the attempt to steady himself, on his hand; but as it was turned the wrong way, he broke his arm
just above the wrist.
I lift it, but ask myself: could I have abstained from lifting my arm
at the moment that has already passed?