We mourn the loss of our little pet, And sigh o'er her hapless
fate, For never more by the fire she'll sit, Nor play by the old green gate.
The first generous impulse of Duncan was to rush to the rescue of the hapless
wretch; but he felt himself bound to the spot by the iron grasp of the immovable scout.
A vast pulpy mass, furlongs in length and breadth, of a glancing cream-color, lay floating on the water, innumerable long arms radiating from its centre, and curling and twisting like a nest of anacondas, as if blindly to clutch at any hapless
object within reach.
But while hapless
Dough-Boy was by nature dull and torpid in his intellects, Pip, though over tender-hearted, was at bottom very bright, with that pleasant, genial, jolly brightness peculiar to his tribe; a tribe, which ever enjoy all holidays and festivities with finer, freer relish than any other race.
Once this procedure was the cause of a calamity of which Sebastijonas Szedvilas was the hapless
He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless
mother, a defenceless child,--like that one which was now wearing his lost boy's little well-known cap; and so, as our poor senator was not stone or steel,--as he was a man, and a downright noble-hearted one, too,--he was, as everybody must see, in a sad case for his patriotism.
It is many and many a year since the hapless
half-breed scooped out the stone to catch the priceless drops, but to this day the tourist stares longest at that pathetic stone and that slow-dropping water when he comes to see the wonders of McDougal's cave.
It was a wonderful experience standing inside the building with Emma Jane's apron wound about her hair; wonderful to feel that when she leaned her head against the bars they seemed to turn to cold iron; that her eyes were no longer Rebecca Randall's but mirrored something of Charlotte Corday's hapless
where meantime was the hapless
owner of this wreck?
I told her that I believed she had given me a faithful account of herself, and that we had both been hapless
instruments in designing hands.
Others more milde, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes Angelical to many a Harp Thir own Heroic deeds and hapless
fall By doom of Battel; and complain that Fate Free Vertue should enthrall to Force or Chance.
O tearful Guadiana, and ye O hapless
daughters of Ruidera who show in your waves the tears that flowed from your beauteous eyes