Tristeful

Unchanged the world remains.-⁠-⁠-The change is here; / In this sad breast,-⁠-⁠-this sorrow-sunken soul, / This tristeful heart, the deep, dark dungeon, where / Lie broken hopes and ever-during dole.

Lady Katrine was there, with her “tristeful visage,” as Churchill justly called it, and more tristeful it presently became.

The work has been called melancholy, and the impression it leaves has been represented as lugubriously tristeful.

From this church tower during the still hours of the night, comes the tristeful cry of the watchman, “Past twelve, all’s well: bright starry night,” or “stormy night.”

Shortly afterwards, however, Sir Ernest’s wife was observed to lapse into her old tristeful state.

Ye tristeful Souvenirs! why this vain intent / Of over-tiring heart so tired by Fate?

I was once in the Grand Hôtel during the usual “exceptional season,” when it rained unintermittently for a fortnight; the place was empty; “tristeful,” as Adolf styled it.

The Breton romance in prose still produced in Isaïe the Tristeful (supposed to be the son of Tristan and Iseut) a rather amusing and original work, where, under a quaint disguise, is introduced the little king of fairyland of Huon of Bordeaux.

The difference between these poets is that whereas Mme. de Noailles’ novel “La Nouvelle Espérance” is utterly bad, the prose scarcely readable, pretentious, twisted, quite un-French, the characterisation feeble to the degree of inanity, the immorality exasperating in its stupid unaccountableness, Mme. de Régnier’s novel “L’Inconsciente” is admirably artistic, finished, original and aimable even in its tristeful unconsciousness of evil.

Our gentle Will Shakespeare, our English Roscius, Dick Burbage, and thereto also other Sharers, Players, Factors and pert and pretty Boyes of my Lord Chamberlaine his Servants will play in sundrie Scaenes from those delectable Commedies entitled The Taming of the Shrew and As You Like It and from that Tragic comoedia of tristeful Sorrow and pleasant mirth, The Winters Tale.