And his foe's fear accenting his delight; Thus Julius, dallying, teased to wrath his scorn, More threatening as in luxury of reserve Suspended from the outbreak yet to fall.
— from The Epic of Paul by William Cleaver Wilkinson
The Missionary paused for a moment to gaze on Luxima’s verandah, and thought that, haply, even then, with that strange mixture of natural faith and idolatrous superstition, which distinguished the character of her devotion, she was worshipping, at the shrine of Camdeo, in the almost inspired language of religious sublimity.
— from The Missionary: An Indian Tale; vol. II by Lady (Sydney) Morgan
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