When he is under the depressing influence of the after-consequences, he bemoans
his sufferings and his errors, and charges them both upon me; he knows such indulgence injures his health, and does him more harm than good; but he says I drive him to it by my unnatural, unwomanly conduct; it will be the ruin of him in the end, but it is all my fault; and then I am roused to defend myself, sometimes with bitter recrimination.
that, as I gazed on the feeble orphan; and I mentally abused old Linton for (what was only natural partiality) the securing his estate to his own daughter, instead of his son's.
Overcome with shame and grief, they tried to cry and bemoan
And the birds of the air came too, and bemoaned
Snowdrop; and first of all came an owl, and then a raven, and at last a dove, and sat by her side.
Foreign words in the text annoyed her and made her bemoan
her want of a classical education - she had only attended a Dame's school during some easy months - but she never passed the foreign words by until their meaning was explained to her, and when next she and they met it was as acquaintances, which I think was clever of her.
Prince James then tells of his past life, of how, when he was a lad, his father sent him across the sea in a ship, and of how he was taken prisoner and found himself in "Straight ward and strong prison" "without comfort in sorrow." And there full often he bemoaned
his fate, asking what crime was his that he should be shut up within four walls when other men were free.
The prisoners bemoaned
his loss, and missed him; for though his means were not large, his charity was great, and in bestowing alms among them he considered the necessities of all alike, and knew no distinction of sect or creed.
But Estella is a different case, and if you can ever undo any scrap of what you have done amiss in keeping a part of her right nature away from her, it will be better to do that, than to bemoan
the past through a hundred years."
The Sultan looked round to discover who it was who thus bemoaned
his fate, and at last saw a handsome young man, richly clothed, who was sitting on a throne raised slightly from the ground.
it not; for if the fountain gushed at my very doorstep, I would not stoop to bathe my lips in it--no, though its delirium were for years instead of moments.
"Very good, very good." And immediately, making the king get out of the carriage, he led him, still accompanied by Porthos, who had not taken off his mask, and Aramis, who again resumed his, up the stairs, to the second Bertaudiere, and opened the door of the room in which Philippe for six long years had bemoaned
I feel I must comment on the somewhat confused letter entitled, 'Get the eyesore sorted out.' In the first paragraph the writer bemoans
yet another hike in our council tax, yet he goes on to advocate councillors regularly 'inspecting' empty, derelict, void land.