I tried to appease him by offering him the whole of my salad and toast supper which stood ready at the foot of the little verandah steps when we came back, but nothing appeased that Man of
Wrath, and he said he would go straight back to the neglected family.
His
wrath, once expended, did not return, and blinking feebly he listened to excuses and self-justifications (Ermolov did not come to see him till the next day) and to the insistence of Bennigsen, Konovnitsyn, and Toll that the movement that had miscarried should be executed next day.
He rose up and shook himself in great
wrath, and searched every corner of his den to find the Mouse.
"I fine you twenty-five dollars for contempt of court!" roared the Judge, in
wrath. "How dare you mention the loss of my temper in connection with this case?"
begone assassin!" she said, in a voice which was low and trembling with
wrath and terror.
The combatants being now prevented from executing present vengeance on each other, betook themselves to the common resources of disappointed rage, and vented their
wrath in threats and defiance.
Accused of treason, yet innocent, he fell a victim to "the
wrath of princes," the
wrath of that hot-headed King Henry VIII.
'Not by
wrath but by laughter doth one kill'--thus spakest thou once, O Zarathustra, thou hidden one, thou destroyer without
wrath, thou dangerous saint,--thou art a rogue!"
He dressed in haste, and as though carrying his cup full of
wrath, and fearing to spill any over, fearing to lose with his
wrath the energy necessary for the interview with his wife, he went into her room directly he heard she was up.
But Pearl, not a whit startled at her mother's threats any more than mollified by her entreaties, now suddenly burst into a fit of passion, gesticulating violently, and throwing her small figure into the most extravagant contortions She accompanied this wild outbreak with piercing shrieks, which the woods reverberated on all sides, so that, alone as she was in her childish and unreasonable
wrath, it seemed as if a hidden multitude were lending her their sympathy and encouragement.
Most of his poems, other than certain political satire, which drew on him the Emperor's
wrath, are full of subtle sadness and fragrant regret, reminding one of pot-pourri in some deep blue porcelain bowl.
For who can admit the fault imputed to Homer by Protagoras,--that in the words, 'Sing, goddess, of the
wrath,' he gives a command under the idea that he utters a prayer?