One minor note came and went and came again, through the melody, until the last tones fell on that note and were held suspended in a tremulous plaint.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Sir Slosson paled with pent-up ire- His eyes emitted fitful fire- With rage his blood congealed; Yet, exercising sweet restraint, He swore no vow and breathed no plaint- But pined for Good Old Field.
"Eugene Field, A Study In Heredity And Contradictions"
Slason Thompson
Her plaint shrank instantly to an excuse.
"Helena Brett's Career"
Desmond Coke