Then Montgomery hiccoughed, "Who--said he was dead
And it is full of half-heard whispers--whispers that startle--ghosts of sounds long dead
. There are living sounds, too, such as are never heard under other conditions: notes of strange night-birds, the cries of small animals in sudden encounters with stealthy foes or in their dreams, a rustling in the dead
leaves--it may be the leap of a wood-rat, it may be the footfall of a panther.
Torn in her own lifetime from the list of the living, the daughter of Philip Fairlie and the wife of Percival Glyde might still exist for her sister, might still exist for me, but to all the world besides she was dead
to her uncle, who had renounced her; dead
to the servants of the house, who had failed to recognise her; dead
to the persons in authority, who had transmitted her fortune to her husband and her aunt; dead
to my mother and my sister, who believed me to be the dupe of an adventuress and the victim of a fraud; socially, morally, legally-- dead
And I lie so composedly, Now in my bed,(Knowing her love) That you fancy me dead
-- And I rest so contentedly, Now in my bed,(With her love at my breast) That you fancy me dead
-- That you shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead
If you have a God pray to him now--in a minute more you shall be dead
," and with that he rushed viciously upon the Belgian, his knife raised high above his head.
Like the jed who had brought me, he was frightfully scarred, and also decorated with the breastplate of human skulls and dried dead
hands which seemed to mark all the greater warriors among the Warhoons, as well as to indicate their awful ferocity, which greatly transcends even that of the Tharks.
As she sat in the old cabriolet beside the father of her dead
lover, again there came to Octavie the terrible sense of loss which had assailed her so often before.
I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead
You sit here to do justice between me and this Dead
I made a drink-offering to all the dead
, first with honey and milk, then with wine, and thirdly with water, and I sprinkled white barley meal over the whole, praying earnestly to the poor feckless ghosts, and promising them that when I got back to Ithaca I would sacrifice a barren heifer for them, the best I had, and would load the pyre with good things.
Or, had he found that he had been too late, and thus gone back to a living death upon a dead
Therefore I plead compulsion and entreat The dead