Natasha and Princess Mary also wept now, but not because of their own personal grief; they wept with a reverent and softening emotion which had taken possession of their souls at the consciousness of the simple and solemn mystery of death that had been accomplished in their presence.
Wet, sick and horrified, she wept and retched in turns until the nurse arrived.
These excellent novels were, however, succeeded by one very inferior, The Wept of Wish-ton-Wish (1829); by The Notions of a Travelling Bachelor (1828), an uninteresting book; and by The Waterwitch (1830), one of the poorest of his many sea-stories.
" My lord," said a beneficed priest, whom he had himself promoted, and who wept as he spoke, " before ye went last to Dublin ye were the best beloved man in your diocese that ever came in it, now ye are the worst beloved..
At that toast, the count took out his handkerchief and, covering his face, wept outright.
She wept, not objecting when Han deftly lifted her and carried her back to her room.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she wept silently, wishing to help him, but having not a clue how.
It is said that the people wept as they passed by; but if so this may have been a customary formality, for the religion of these nations must have quenched all human sympathy.
Antiochus, on his return, had his deputy executed and wept for the dead Onias.
The women wept, and some of the men prayed.
A small impression was slowly dispersed; the bookseller murmured, and the author (had his feelings been more exquisite) might have wept over the blunders and baldness of the English translation.
His mother wept for him every morning, and the early dew-drops were said to be her tears.
He encouraged Grotius when only a youth of sixteen to edit Capella; the early death of the younger Douza he wept as that of a beloved son; Daniel Heinsius, from being his favourite pupil, became his most intimate friend.
Then he wept and mourned beyond what seemed to his other followers the bounds of propriety, exclaiming that Heaven was destroying him.
King Francis, then at his court of St Germain-en-Laye, is said to have wept for the loss of such a servant; that he was present beside the death-bed and held the dying painter in his arms is a familiar but an untrue tale.
He did not know that the priest who met him with the cross oppressed the peasants by his exactions, and that the pupils' parents wept at having to let him take their children and secured their release by heavy payments.
Natasha had no desire to go out anywhere and wandered from room to room like a shadow, idle and listless.
She wept quietly, and felt that she was a sinner who loved her father and little nephew more than God.
For the first time for many days Natasha wept tears of gratitude and tenderness, and glancing at Pierre she went out of the room.
After the definite refusal he had received, Petya went to his room and there locked himself in and wept bitterly.
Princess Mary could no longer restrain herself and wept while she gazed at his face.
The wounded men awaiting their turn outside the tents groaned, sighed, wept, screamed, swore, or asked for vodka.
Having wept, talked, and wiped away their tears, the two friends went together to Prince Andrew's door.
She never cried from pain or vexation, but always from sorrow or pity, and when she wept her radiant eyes acquired an irresistible charm.
The impression made by the capital of the world upon Gamaliel and his companions was an overpowering one, and they wept when they thought of Jerusalem in ruins.
The old Greek statues moved of themselves, shook their spears, kneeled down, spoke, walked, wept, laughed, winked, and even bled and sweated, - a mighty portent.
Had died on the 2nd of February 1685, and there were in Scotland some who wept for him.
Prince Andrew could no longer restrain himself and wept tender loving tears for his fellow men, for himself, and for his own and their errors.
In Petersburg and in the provinces at a distance from Moscow, ladies, and gentlemen in militia uniforms, wept for Russia and its ancient capital and talked of self-sacrifice and so on; but in the army which retired beyond Moscow there was little talk or thought of Moscow, and when they caught sight of its burned ruins no one swore to be avenged on the French, but they thought about their next pay, their next quarters, of Matreshka the vivandiere, and like matters.
I suffer for my own sins,' and he wept bitter tears.
