Wickham were returned, and to lament
over his absence from the Netherfield ball.
Though Priam son of Dardanus should bid them offer me your weight in gold, even so your mother shall never lay you out and make lament over the son she bore, but dogs and vultures shall eat you utterly up.
Thus did he speak with many tears, and all the people of the city joined in his lament.
Her husband's sisters and the wives of his brothers crowded round her and supported her, for she was fain to die in her distraction; when she again presently breathed and came to herself, she sobbed and made lament among the Trojans saying, "Woe is me, O Hector; woe, indeed, that to share a common lot we were born, you at Troy in the house of Priam, and I at Thebes under the wooded mountain of Placus in the house of Eetion who brought me up when I was a child--ill-starred sire of an ill-starred daughter--would that he had never begotten me.
After having wandered some time on the Banks of the Uske without knowing which way to go, I began to lament
my cruel Destiny in the bitterest and most pathetic Manner.
I only wished they would have done, that we might hasten back to Horton Lodge: I longed to seek the retirement of my own room, or some sequestered nook in the grounds, that I might deliver myself up to my feelings--to weep my last farewell, and lament
my false hopes and vain delusions.
Only at evening, as he returns from the chase, he sounds his note, playing sweet and low on his pipes of reed: not even she could excel him in melody -- that bird who in flower-laden spring pouring forth her lament
utters honey-voiced song amid the leaves.
Agreeable to these observations was, I remember, the complaint of the great Doctor Misaubin, who used very pathetically to lament
the late applications which were made to his skill, saying, "Bygar, me believe my pation take me for de undertaker, for dey never send for me till de physicion have kill dem.
That leaves become withered,--what is there to lament
Thereupon Neil sheered off; and the chief singer in our boat struck into a melancholy air, which was presently taken up both by the emigrants and their friends upon the beach, so that it sounded from all sides like a lament
for the dying.
What puzzled and distracted him above everything was that the majority of men of his age and circle had, like him, exchanged their old beliefs for the same new convictions, and yet saw nothing to lament
in this, and were perfectly satisfied and serene.
afresh the cruel necessity which sets our interests at variance, and opposes us to each other.