TWO Blighted Beings, haggard, lachrymose , and detested, met on a blasted heath in the light of a struggling moon.

Master Nicholas, the village barber, however, used to say that neither of them came up to the Knight of Phoebus, and that if there was any that could compare with him it was Don Galaor, the brother of Amadis of Gaul, because he had a spirit that was equal to every occasion, and was no finikin knight, nor lachrymose like his brother, while in the matter of valour he was not a whit behind him.

He was by turns devout and obscene, merry and lachrymose . He grew remarkably drunk, and then he began to recite poetry, his own and Milton's, his own and Shelley's, his own and Kit Marlowe's.

I suppose Catherine fulfilled her project, for the next sentence took up another subject: she waxed lachrymose .

The priest comes along dandling his charge as if it were a lachrymose infant he was endeavouring to put into a good humour.

Nioche, at first, for answer, simply looked at him in lachrymose silence.

"God bless you," the beggar chanted in a lachrymose voice.

The best fun was with Madame Joubert: Miss Wilson was a poor sickly thing, lachrymose and low-spirited, not worth the trouble of vanquishing, in short; and Mrs.

Come and be locked up!" He slowly recovered an upright position, with the assistance of his hands, backed by the solid resisting power of the bureau; and lapsed into lachrymose soliloquy.

"Yes, I am Wickens's boy," said the witness, partly fierce, partly lachrymose , "and I say I seen him, and if anyone sez I didn't see him, he's a lie."

Ein' feste Burg was built as a tower of voices, and folk songs in the minor key were sung until the choir waxed (as happened at home, upstairs in the Oystercatcher) lachrymose .