No, child, it was envy, the worst and most rancorous
kind of envy, the envy of superiority of understanding.
Yes, but it does not; I am rancorous
-- the only stigma that proves me to be a churchman.
And Hetty must be one of them: it is too painful to think that she is a woman, with a woman's destiny before her--a woman spinning in young ignorance a light web of folly and vain hopes which may one day close round her and press upon her, a rancorous
poisoned garment, changing all at once her fluttering, trivial butterfly sensations into a life of deep human anguish.
But now his sense of outrage was deep, rancorous
, and ever present; he felt that he was a good fellow wronged.
Clever and powerful, the poem is still more disgusting--grossly obscene, pitifully rancorous
against scores of insignificant creatures, and no less violent against some of the ablest men of the time, at whom Pope happened to have taken offense.
They ordered him up - a slim, slight, dark-haired young man, devoured with that blind rancorous
hatred of England that only reaches its full growth across the Atlantic.
I have seen men of good brains and breeding, and of good hopes and vigour once, who feasted squires and kept hunters in their youth, meekly cutting up legs of mutton for rancorous
old harridans and pretending to preside over their dreary tables--but Mrs.
He felt full of rancorous
indignation against the woman who could look like this at one.
This able man, the constant candidate of the liberals, missing by seven or eight votes only in all the electoral battles fought under the Restoration, and who ostensibly repudiated the liberals by trying to be elected as a ministerial royalist(without ever being able to conquer the aversion of the administration),--this rancorous
republican, mad with ambition, resolved to rival the royalism and aristocracy of Alencon at the moment when they once more had the upper hand.
There is no speech in the world so rancorous
and so stinging as the language the Jungle People use to show scorn and contempt.
, guttural cries burst out loudly on their ears, and a strange panting sound, the working of all these straining breasts.
Angus MacFadyen (``Cradle Will Rock'') and Olivia Williams (``Rushmore'') engage in some risibly rancorous
repartee as Zeus and Hera bickering over Jason's fate - they don't so much comment on the action as bring it to a dead halt.