But the Princess flying wearily because of the sore wound in her heart, came at last to the City under the Sunset, where the Lord of Death rules in the House of Quiet, and was there received with royal honours for in that land are no disguises. And she knelt before the Secret One and in a voice broken with agony entreated him to heal her. And with veiled and pitying eyes he looked upon her, for many and grievous as are the wounds he has healed this was more grievous still. And he said;英文原著 · 《The Ninth Vibration》
And thus they led a quiet life During their princely reign; And in a tomb were buried both, As writers showeth plain. The lords they took it grievously, The ladies took it heavily, The commons cri-ed piteously, Their death to them was pain. Their fame did sound so passingly, That it did pierce the starry sky, And throughout all the world did fly To every prince's realm.英文原著 · 《A Bundle of Ballads》
There came a ghost to Margaret's door, With many a grievous groan, And aye he tirl-ed at the pin; But answer made she none.英文原著 · 《A Bundle of Ballads》
No more the ghost to Margret said, But, with a grievous groan, Evanished in a cloud of mist, And left her all alone.英文原著 · 《A Bundle of Ballads》
But the child Clorinda, it seemed, was of lustier stock than her older sisters, and this those about her soon found out to their grievous disturbance. When Mother Posset had drawn her from under her dead mother's body she had not left shrieking for an hour, but had kept up her fierce cries until the roof rang with them, and the old woman had jogged her about and beat her back in the hopes of stifling her, until she was exhausted and dismayed. For the child would not be stilled, and seemed to have such strength and persistence in her as surely infant never showed before.英文原著 · 《A Lady of Quality》
He was unhappy. Besides the calamity he dreaded, it was grievous to be torn away from a woman he loved at first sight, and just when she had come out so worthy of his love: she was a high-minded creature; she had been silent and reserved so long as the conversation was trivial; but, when trouble came, she was the one to speak to him bravely and kindly. Well, what must be, must. All this ran through his mind, and made him sigh; but it never occurred to him to shirk--to telegraph instead of going--nor yet to value himself on his self-denial.英文原著 · 《A Woman-Hater》