'Tis a dread presentiment That in the end the seer will prove not blind.
This is the man whom Oedipus long shunned, In dread to prove his murderer; and now He dies in nature's course, not by his hand.
OEDIPUS I should have shared in full thy confidence, Were not my mother living; since she lives Though half convinced I still must live in dread.
OEDIPUS Yes, from my cradle that dread brand I bore.
"And Betts Shoreham has nothing to do with all this
dread?"
Come Creon then, come all the mightiest In Thebes to seek me; for if ye my friends, Championed by those
dread Powers indigenous, Espouse my cause; then for the State ye gain A great deliverer, for my foemen bane.
Don Quixote bade him tell some story to amuse him as he had proposed, to which Sancho replied that he would if his dread of what he heard would let him; "Still," said he, "I will strive to tell a story which, if I can manage to relate it, and nobody interferes with the telling, is the best of stories, and let your worship give me your attention, for here I begin.
Don Quixote, then, observing that Rocinante could move, took it as a good sign and a signal that he should attempt the dread adventure.
Rocinante took fright at the noise of the water and of the blows, but quieting him Don Quixote advanced step by step towards the houses, commending himself with all his heart to his lady, imploring her support in that dread pass and enterprise, and on the way commending himself to God, too, not to forget him.
But surmounting everything was the horror at her own possible failure, the dread lest her conscience should be benumbed again, and not rise to energy till it was too late.
He had a hovering dread of some resistance in Maggie's nature that he would be unable to overcome.
But each time he looked at her, he gathered a stronger dread of the new, quiet sadness with which she met his eyes.
I felt a sort of pitying anguish over the pathos of my own lot: the lot of a being finely organized for pain, but with hardly any fibres that responded to pleasure--to whom the idea of future evil robbed the present of its joy, and for whom the idea of future good did not still the uneasiness of a present yearning or a present dread. I went dumbly through that stage of the poet's suffering, in which he feels the delicious pang of utterance, and makes an image of his sorrows.
I had let slip words which, if she reflected on them, might rouse in her a suspicion of my abnormal mental condition--a suspicion which of all things I dreaded. And besides that, I was ashamed of the apparent baseness I had committed in uttering them to my brother's betrothed wife.
She meditated continually how the incubus could be shaken off her life--how she could be freed from this hateful bond to a being whom she at once despised as an imbecile, and dreaded as an inquisitor.
