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Of the various words and phrases from Samson Agonistes that move brokenly through Blake's discourse, the most commonly recognized is the one I quoted above describing Samson's initial subjection to tyranny: grinding "at the Mill with slaves" (41).
The third and fourth sections follow similar trajectories, retracing two more times the path from eros to loss: the third lover, a blue-fingernailed man first seen slumped in a chair at a Free Clinic, attracts and then burns the speaker, leaving her a "moth sobb[ing] brokenly in the middle of the room" ("Ignatz at the--Hotel"); the final Ignatz seems safely domesticated, a sleepy lover apparently content in the "sylvan bower" Krazy creates for him, until this flighty, "winged Ignatz" escapes from his birdcage into the neighbor's bed.
In the hour of his death, Moses' soul wails brokenly, as only souls can.
He spoke brokenly about the children buried in unmarked graves around the school, bones that have been dug up and "spirits .
This inchoate inheritance can be glimpsed at best intuitively, vaguely, brokenly, but it can indeed be felt, and its efficacy lies in the hint of previously unimagined opportunities it releases.
Thin shells of wall stood brokenly among debris; and from this desolation I heard a sound which reminded me of a cricket chirping with quiet persistence from sun-warmed grasses in the veld.
So there are the high-priced lawyers souping up the drama, just as in the Mills trial and the Diana trial, with Van Ark weeping in court, and JK brokenly confessing that if she wasn't British, she'd be weeping too.
14) Buber agrees with this assertion: 'human life exists, though brokenly, in the world' (Buber, 2004: 109), while Nietzsche echoes this sentiment stating that human 'happiness should smell of the earth and not of contempt for the earth' (Nietzsche, 2003a: 140), and he claims that 'a good, human thing was the world to me today, this world of which so many evil things are said' (Nietzsche, 2003a: 206).
Scattered, nervous giggles at the racial epithets died down as the Eckford character recalled brokenly, "When I got home, wrung out my new dress, it was filled with yellow spit, dirt and sweat.
As his train pulls out he brokenly salutes the water tower from which his boys used to wave goodbye.