What mean'th this torture With dull, indented arrows?
WITH all of thy great tortures! To me the last of lonesome ones, Oh, come thou back!
Dusk had fallen upon the village, and the ape-men could hear the preparations going forward for the torture and the feast.
The torture of the slow death as the circling warriors cut him to bits with the fiendish skill, that mutilated without bringing unconsciousness, had no terrors for him.
Would you believe it, I was teaching Grisha just now: once this was a joy to me, now it is a torture. What have I to strive and toil for?
"Darling Dolly, I understand, but don't torture yourself.
"Tonight, when it is dark I will torture
him." She looked upon his perfect, godlike figure and upon his handsome, smiling face and then she steeled her heart again by thoughts of her love spurned; by religious thoughts that damned the infidel who had desecrated the holy of holies; who had taken from the blood-stained altar of Opar the offering to the Flaming God--and not once but thrice.
He mingles in the narrative, therefore, a well deserved feeling of execration against the tyrant who employed the torture
, which a tone of ridicule towards the patient, as if, after all, it had not been ill bestowed on such an equivocal and amphibious character as a titular abbot.
She was imprisoned by Tal Hajus, and every effort, including the most horrible and shameful torture
, was brought to bear upon her to wring from her lips the name of my father; but she remained steadfast and loyal, dying at last amidst the laughter of Tal Hajus and his chieftains during some awful torture
she was undergoing.
Here, she said to herself had been the scene of her guilt, and here should be the scene of her earthly punishment; and so, perchance, the torture
of her daily shame would at length purge her soul, and work out another purity than that which she had lost: more saint-like, because the result of martyrdom.
They could torture
you to death, but without conviction or confession they could not rob your wife and baby.
Ah, Makar Alexievitch, how weary I am--how this insomnia tortures