They think me mad --Starbuck does; but I'm
demoniac, I am madness maddened!
That pale, loving mother,--her dying prayers, her forgiving love,--wrought in that
demoniac heart of sin only as a damning sentence, bringing with it a fearful looking for of judgment and fiery indignation.
With such strange compelling qualities, is it any wonder that there is abroad an idea that in the race there is some
demoniac possession, which tends to a more definite belief that certain individuals have in the past sold themselves to the Devil?
She hath a
demoniac goat with horns of the devil, which reads, which writes, which knows mathematics like Picatrix, and which would suffice to hang all Bohemia.
Ha, ha, ha!" and a frightful,
demoniac laugh finished the sentence, which was lost in a hoarse rattle.
Rolling over and over upon the turf the two battled with
demoniac fury, until the colossal cat, by doubling his hind paws far up beneath his belly sank his talons deep into Taglat's chest, then, ripping downward with all his strength, Numa accomplished his design, and the disemboweled anthropoid, with a last spasmodic struggle, relaxed in limp and bloody dissolution beneath his titanic adversary.
This was a
demoniac laugh--low, suppressed, and deep--uttered, as it seemed, at the very keyhole of my chamber door.
When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of
demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.
Thus sped the
demoniac on his course, until, quivering among the trees, he saw a red light before him, as when the felled trunks and branches of a clearing have been set on fire, and throw up their lurid blaze against the sky, at the hour of midnight.
He, all unarmed, Shall chase thee, with the terror of his voice, From thy
demoniac holds, possession foul-- Thee and thy legions; yelling they shall fly, And beg to hide them in a herd of swine, Lest he command them down into the Deep, Bound, and to torment sent before their time.
Alleyne thought of what he had read of
demoniac possession--the jumpings, the twitchings, the wild talk.
His usual note was this
demoniac laughter, yet somewhat like that of a water-fowl; but occasionally, when he had balked me most successfully and come up a long way off, he uttered a long-drawn unearthly howl, probably more like that of a wolf than any bird; as when a beast puts his muzzle to the ground and deliberately howls.