lamentingly

They were uttered lamentingly, rather than angrily.

Pudd'nhead Wilson 1955

The river sang with a voice of suffering, longingly it sang, longingly, it flowed towards its goal, lamentingly its voice sang.

Siddhartha Hermann Hesse 1919

They were uttered lamentingly, rather than angrily.

The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson 1893

The chasseur sped lamentingly back, and Weisspriess, taking a guide from the skirting hamlet above Edolo, quitted the Val Camonica, climbed the

Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith George Meredith 1868

The chasseur sped lamentingly back, and Weisspriess, taking a guide from the skirting hamlet above Edolo, quitted the Val Camonica, climbed the Tonale, and reached Vermiglio in the branch valley of that name, scientifically observing the features of the country as he went.

Vittoria — Complete George Meredith 1868

The chasseur sped lamentingly back, and Weisspriess, taking a guide from the skirting hamlet above Edolo, quitted the Val Camonica, climbed the

Vittoria — Volume 5 George Meredith 1868

The embers drop monotonously through the grate -- a dog bays deeply somewhere in the quadrangle below -- the wailing wind of coming morning sighs lamentingly through the tossing copper-beeches, and the roar of the surf afar off comes ever and anon like distant thunder.

The Baronet's Bride May Agnes Fleming 1860

Mr. Torsel tells a story of a minister he knew, that would be often drunk, and when he came into the pulpit, would confess it very lamentingly; and yet no sooner was he out of the pulpit, but he would be drunk again; and this would he do as constantly as men follow their trades.

The Almost Christian Discovered; or, the False Professor Tried and Cast. 1629-1699 1856

'Now, this "great haste" very possibly seemed greater haste in the eyes of Madame Deluc, since she dwelt lingeringly and lamentingly upon her violated cakes and ale, -- cakes and ale for which she might still have entertained a faint hope of compensation.

The Mystery of Marie Roget 1842

From his ignominious grief hole the not-so-dandy-now Wilde epistolized lamentingly the passing of his pomp, a pomp full of late nights spent lolling around Belgravia with perfumed men over-dressed in woolen frock coats, guffawing to the moon like hubristic wolves (gay wolves), sprawling themselves languriously over velvet chaise longues (long chairs), exchanging supercillious epigrams, drinking sherry, sniffing from bottles of opiates, drinking shots of discombobulating fatty acids, playing whiff-whaff.

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