not to know the wickedness of laughing at another's misfortune
No victory, No joy of triumph doth the faint heart know; Unblest
is he That a bold front to Fortune dares not show, But soul and sense In bondage yieldeth up to indolence.
Then with expanded wings he stears his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air That felt unusual weight, till on dry Land He lights, if it were Land that ever burn'd With solid, as the Lake with liquid fire; And such appear'd in hue, as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a Hill Torn from PELORUS, or the shatter'd side Of thundring AETNA, whose combustible And fewel'd entrals thence conceiving Fire, Sublim'd with Mineral fury, aid the Winds, And leave a singed bottom all involv'd With stench and smoak: Such resting found the sole Of unblest
Gaslights flared in the shops with a haggard and unblest
air, as knowing themselves to be night- creatures that had no business abroad under the sun; while the sun itself when it was for a few moments dimly indicated through circling eddies of fog, showed as if it had gone out and were collapsing flat and cold.
I left him at it when I went to the continent; and on my return, at the year's end, I found him still a disconsolate bachelor - though, certainly, looking somewhat less like an unblest
exile from the tomb than before.
32 And hath made me dutiful toward her who bore me, and hath not made me arrogant, unblest
In their character of a Chosen People, it is not for them to take thought of their unblest
[sic] neighbors" (37), Veblen explains.
If she's in heaven, she's there unblest
Because she hates a place of rest.
But then, on "We Are Unhappy," he matches the McCrarys' joyful noise with a chorus that goes, "Nothing is better, nothing is best, we are unhappy, we are unblest
I am a slave of Allah, He has given me the Scripture and made me a Prophet;" "And He has made me blessed where so ever I be, and has enjoined on me Salat (prayer) and Zakat, as long as I live, and dutiful to my mother, and made me not arrogant, unblest
Crime walks thy streets, Fraud earns her unblest
bread, O'er want and woe thy gorgeous robe is spread, And angel charities in vain oppose: With grandeur's growth the mass of misery grows.
When Ellen leaves her home, the Paradise is lost forever: "Since Ellen left her father's cot, / Her heart, remorseful and unblest
, / Has sought for peace, but found it not" (Canto IV, line 65).