There is a curse on this unhappy land.

"A gift from the fortunate dead," returned the Seneschal, "that our unfortunate friend may carry when he returns to the unhappy land of the living."

There has been trouble enough on this unhappy land.

"This is an unhappy land," he replied simply.

Such are the things that chance in this unhappy land.

They feel loyalty toward the rulers who made their land prosperous but deeply unhappy at the way the country has been managed since the end of the war.

We could be returning to the chaos of 1919 in that vast wretchedly governed, wretchedly unhappy land.

If we leave, there will probably be new scenes of misery from that unhappy land unless its rulers, having learned a lesson, bar television crews.

I could wish that I might see this unhappy land at peace with itself before I die.

Why have we ventured into this unhappy land?