"Frenzy" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... a proverb goes madness with love hand in hand, But our senses we yield to a double command; The dear frenzy in both is first rous'd by fair looks,— Here's our sweethearts, my boys! not forgetting ...
— A Book for All Readers • Ainsworth Rand Spofford
... himself in the midst of the furious medley, striking mechanically, his soul away behind on that stone, with her. Presently, as the frenzy waxes wilder, he is conscious that victory is not with them, but that they are pressed back and encompassed, and that for each blue coat cast down amidst the yells and oaths, two more seem to come out ...
— The Light of Scarthey • Egerton Castle
... Coleridge in September, 1797, entitling it "Written a Twelvemonth after the Events," and adding, "Friday next, Coleridge, is the day on which my Mother died." Mrs. Lamb's death, at the hands of her daughter in a moment of frenzy, occurred on September 22, 1796. Lamb added that he wrote the poem at the office with "unusual celerity." "I expect you to like it better than anything of mine; Lloyd does, and I do myself." The version sent to Coleridge differs only in minor and unimportant points ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb IV - Poems and Plays • Charles and Mary Lamb
... when he first came in, and the notion dawning on him more and more, that day after day would come and make Alfred worse, and that by the time summer came again he should be alone. Who could have said it? Why had not he asked? What could he have been thinking about? It should not be true! A sort of frenzy to speak to some one, and hear the real meaning of those words, so as to make sure they were only Ellen's nonsense, came over him in the silent darkness. Presently he heard Alfred moving on his pillow, for the door was open for the heat; and that long long sigh made ...
— Friarswood Post-Office • Charlotte M. Yonge
... for his age, and his head always looked as if he were racing against the wind. He was always rumpling his hair as if in a sort of frenzy of energy, and he was awkward and graceful at the same time, like a big puppy who is going to be awfully strong. He was like a big, very young dog. So energetic, it was almost as ...
— Four Days - The Story of a War Marriage • Hetty Hemenway
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