Talk not to me of blasphemy
, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.
Then the worst came when I, being out of my mind with hunger and loss of my boys, and grief to see my husband and my little maids in rags and misery and despair, uttered a deep blasphemy
With an accent like gritting your teeth, it is true, and with a grammar that is no improvement on blasphemy
- still, with practice you get at the meat of what he says, and it serves.
His presence made it both the field of blood and of blasphemy
This, at the time I write, has been proved, I believe, to be the case; but, as it would have been flat blasphemy
against the system to have hinted such a doubt then, I looked out for the penitence as diligently as I could.
said he, ``which can convert Scripture into blasphemy
, mingling poison with our necessary food
She distils nothing of the kind, vile rabble," said Don Quixote, burning with rage, "nothing of the kind, I say, only ambergris and civet in cotton; nor is she one-eyed or humpbacked, but straighter than a Guadarrama spindle: but ye must pay for the blasphemy
ye have uttered against beauty like that of my lady.
Suddenly we heard a yelp and a volley of furious blasphemy
from the companion hatchway, and the deformed man with the black face came up hurriedly.
who remained for an instant with his head between his hands, and as if blinded by that blood which appeared to revolt against the filial blasphemy
On he flew among the black pines, brandishing his staff with frenzied gestures, now giving vent to an inspiration of horrid blasphemy
, and now shouting forth such laughter as set all the echoes of the forest laughing like demons around him.
But we may not take up the third sword, which is Mahomet's sword, or like unto it; that is, to propagate religion by wars, or by sanguinary persecutions to force consciences; except it be in cases of overt scandal, blasphemy
, or intermixture of practice against the state; much less to nourish seditions; to authorize conspiracies and rebellions; to put the sword into the people's hands; and the like; tending to the subversion of all government, which is the ordinance of God.
There is an ancient legend that once a red man returned from the banks of the Lost Sea of Korus, returned from the Valley Dor, back through the mysterious River Iss, and the legend has it that he narrated a fearful blasphemy
of horrid brutes that inhabited a valley of wondrous loveliness, brutes that pounced upon each Barsoomian as he terminated his pilgrimage and devoured him upon the banks of the Lost Sea where he had looked to find love and peace and happiness; but the ancients killed the blasphemer, as tradition has ordained that any shall be killed who return from the bosom of the River of Mystery.