O Domegild, I have no English digne Unto thy malice and thy tyranny: And therefore to the fiend I thee resign, Let him at length tell of thy treachery. Fye, mannish, fye!--Oh nay, by God, I lie; Fye fiendish spirit, for I dare well tell, Though thou here walk, thy spirit is in hell.英文原著 · 《Chaucer》
- Perfidious, worthless spirit, and this thou hast concealed from me! Stand! ay, stand! roll in malicious rage thy fiendish eyes! Stand and brave me
with thine insupportable presence! Imprisoned! In hopeless misery! Delivered
over to the power of evil spirits and the judgment of unpitying humanity!英文原著 · 《Faust》
woe is thee for thy piteous lot! thou hast done thyself a hurt deep enough to overthrow this family. the daring of it done to death by violence and unnatural means, the desperate effort of thy own poor hand! Who cast the shadow o'er thy life, poor lady? THESEUS (chanting) Ah me, my cruel lot! sorrow hath done her worst on me. O fortune, how heavily hast thou set thy foot on me and on my house, by fiendish hands inflicting an unexpected stain? Nay, 'tis complete effacement of my life, making it not to be lived; for I see, alas!英文原著 · 《Hippolytus》
Then came a cruel gust of wind, And, with a fiendish rush, The flames leapt o'er the narrow path And lit the fence of brush. `The crop must burn!' the farmer cried, `We cannot save it now,' And down upon the blackened ground He dashed the ragged bough.英文原著 · 《In the Days When the World Was Wide》
Yes, she is remarkable, Joe. Her rheumatic attack set me to cursing and swearing, without limit as to time or energy, but it merely concentrated her patience and her unconquerable fortitude. It is the difference between us. I can't count the different kinds of ailments which have assaulted her in this fiendish year and a half--and I forgive none of them--but here she comes up again as bright and fresh and enterprising as ever, and goes to planning about Egypt, with a hope and a confidence which are to me amazing.英文原著 · 《Letters Vol. 5》
For two entire days, now, we have not been anxious about Mrs. Clemens (unberufen). After 20 months of bed-ridden solitude and bodily misery she all of a sudden ceases to be a pallid shrunken shadow, and looks bright and young and pretty. She remains what she always was, the most wonderful creature of fortitude, patience, endurance and recuperative power that ever was. But ah, dear, it won't last; this fiendish malady will play new treacheries upon her, and I shall go back to my prayers again--unutterable from any pulpit! With love to you and yours, S.英文原著 · 《Letters Vol. 5》