When from dark error's subjugation My words of passionate exhortation Had wrenched thy fainting spirit free; And writhing prone in thine affliction Thou didst recall with malediction The vice that had encompassed thee: And when thy slumbering conscience, fretting By recollection's torturing flame, Thou didst reveal the hideous setting Of thy life's current ere I came: When suddenly I saw thee sicken, And weeping, hide thine anguished face, Revolted, maddened,
horror-stricken, At memories of foul disgrace.
"The higher man?" cried Zarathustra,
horror-stricken: "what wanteth HE?
Nay, could grimly live and burn, while the common vitality to which it was conjoined, fled
horror-stricken from the unbidden and unfathered birth.
Near the threshold he stopped,
horror-stricken at the sight of a thing.
I was so terrified and
horror-stricken at the sight, that I hid myself in a closet, and dared not venture out till long after the bloody transaction was over.
"You think, then, all is not over yet?" said Albert,
horror-stricken.
Jane Clayton crouched, wide-eyed and
horror-stricken, in the bottom of the boat as she realized that at the last instant success had been turned to failure, and that she was indeed again in the power of the malignant Rokoff.
Hegan stared at his chief, then passed his
horror-stricken gaze on to Dede, who nodded in sympathy.
It depends upon you," he said, and was immediately
horror-stricken at his own words.
All people, in a word, would come stumbling over their thresholds, and turning up their amazed and
horror-stricken visages around the scaffold.
For a moment he eyed me in
horror-stricken amazement, and then with a cry of "Blasphemer" he sprang upon me.
The perspiration stood in beads upon his face, his knees knocked together, his every limb trembled, the power of articulation was quite gone; and there he stood, panting for breath, gazing on them with such livid ashy looks, that they were infected with his fear, though ignorant of its occasion, and, reflecting his dismayed and
horror-stricken visage, stared back again without venturing to question him; until old John Willet, in a fit of temporary insanity, made a dive at his cravat, and, seizing him by that portion of his dress, shook him to and fro until his very teeth appeared to rattle in his head.