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"This is not a cureless evil," said I gravely.
Raymond then lamented the cureless evil of his situation with Perdita.
She sprang to her feet, her bright fancies fallen into cureless ruin.
Perhaps its removal may cause cureless deformity.
Each recitation ends in bewilderment and bitterness as he exposes his cureless wound for inspection.
He was right (if he said it) that he was la misere humaine, cureless misery- unless perhaps by the gallows.
The reproaches which agony extorted; or worse, cureless, uncomplaining depression, when his mind was sunk in a torpor, not the less painful because it was silent and moveless.
Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond, Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud; Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall To cureless ruin.
-Also I heard of a lot of dogs running around and was surprised that vaccination against rage is officially recommended (one of only few countries) - avoid dogs, apes... (rage is cureless and deadly.)
His habits were unhinged; his restless mind roused from its sleep, ambition must now be his companion through life; and if he did not succeed in his present attempt, she foresaw that unhappiness and cureless discontent would follow.
The danger of radiation poisoning remains even for those far away from the blasts, as well as Non-Specific Sclerosing Disease or NSD, a new, unknown, deadly, and cureless disease that ravages the surviving population.
But the wordless, exposed sensation overwhelming her was that her father wasn't quite a person, not really, but a private part of her, a curse of pinkness and squatness and cureless vulnerability that was Jacey's right alone to keep hidden from the world."
Many things I thought of then, Battle, and the loves of men, Cities entered, oceans crossed, Knowledge gained and virtue lost, Cureless folly done and said, And the lovely way that led To the slimepit and the mire And the everlasting fire.
Since thou art guilty of my cureless crime, Muster thy mists to meet the eastern light, Make war against proportion'd course of time; Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed, Knit poisonous clouds about his golden head.