And now go forth, and begin your task; my Spirits shall not harm you, and I will wait till it is done before I blight another flower.
His own, so cold and dark and dreary, his empty gardens where no flowers could bloom, no green trees dwell, or gay birds sing, all desolate and dim;--and while he gazed, his own Spirits, casting off their dark mantles, knelt before him and besought him not to send them forth to blight the things the gentle Fairies loved so much.
Thus the Frost-King lost his kingdom, And his power to harm and blight.
Would you throw the blight
of that fatal birthmark over my labors?
And he smiled so pleasantly at his own wit that the provinces of Ghargaroo, M'gwana, and Scowow were affected with a blight
This house depresses and chills one,' said Kate, 'and seems as if some blight
had fallen on it.
I'm glad you brought up the subject; I've felt the influence of this nocturnal blight
upon our city, but I never thought to analyse it before.
Would you have doomed me, at any time, to the frost and blight
that have hardened and spoiled me?
said Mr Boffin, with a wave of his hand, as the office door was opened by the dismal boy, whose appropriate name was Blight.
Young Blight made a great show of fetching from his desk a long thin manuscript volume with a brown paper cover, and running his finger down the day's appointments, murmuring, 'Mr Aggs, Mr Baggs, Mr Caggs, Mr Daggs, Mr Faggs, Mr Gaggs, Mr Boffin.
Young Blight made another great show of changing the volume, taking up a pen, sucking it, dipping it, and running over previous entries before he wrote.
She returned just in time to join the others as they quitted the house, on an excursion through its more immediate premises; and the rest of the morning was easily whiled away, in lounging round the kitchen garden, examining the bloom upon its walls, and listening to the gardener's lamentations upon blights
, in dawdling through the green-house, where the loss of her favourite plants, unwarily exposed, and nipped by the lingering frost, raised the laughter of Charlotte,--and in visiting her poultry-yard, where, in the disappointed hopes of her dairy-maid, by hens forsaking their nests, or being stolen by a fox, or in the rapid decrease of a promising young brood, she found fresh sources of merriment.