...reunited ; and Lord Fernmore could have repeated with bitter experience the lines of Coleridge — " And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain." His manner to Lady Fernmore was still attentive and kind, but a thin veil of partition separated them...

...whispering tongues can poisun truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny, ainl ynuth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love. Doth work like madncss in the brain. Each spoke words of In: Ji disdain, And insult to his heart's ilcnr brother,...

...youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain. Fears in Solitude. Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight !) the owlet Atheism,...

...have been sensible that there was less devotion to his wishes — less gentleness to himself — ' For to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.' Sometimes, it is true, an asperity of manner, or an ill-humour, unusually demonstrative, would remind...

...the same time that he was inflamed with anger. He had been wronged cruelly wronged, and was wroth — "And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain." But his good horse, not yet recovered from his late over-exertion, soon began to show signs of fatigue...

...constrained. But he was too much hurt to examine how far he was himself to blame ; for, as Coleridge says : "To be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain ;" so he dashed on, regardless of every thing but his own bitter thoughts. Had he been less engrossed,...

...inexorably — though Burke could and did realise more feelingly than Buffou the poet's truth, that To be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. Bailly was in private a man of unpretending modest worth. He was fond of society, but could not be...

...more inexorably—though Burke could and did realise more feelingly than Buffon the poet's truth, that To be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. Bailly was in private a man of unpretending modest worth. He was fond of society, but could not be...

...arraigning his wife and convicting her of every folly and fault. His soul was in a whirl, — " For to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain." In the midst of his bitter and furious upbraidings he found himself suddenly become her ardent advocate,...

...of soliloquy, the lines from Cristabel : And Constancy dwells in realms above, And life is stormy, and youth is vain, And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. " You are wonderfully oracular this morning," said Lily poutingly, while a deep blush overspread VOL....