Was Judge Jeffreys, some of you will ask me, born and bred in hell?
"Bunyan Characters First Series" by Alexander Whyte
For his very nature was hell, being not born in sin and brought forth in iniquity, but born sin and brought forth iniquity.
"Robert Falconer" by George MacDonald
The man born two centuries from now will think he has arrived in hell; and all in good time he will think he knows it.
"Christian Science" by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
I have borne it; but my life has been a living hell.
"The Millionaire Baby" by Anna Katharine Green
Who has ever felt in dreams his soul torn from hell, and borne by angels into heaven?
"The Continental Monthly, Vol. 5, No. 5, May, 1864" by Various
Scenes accurs'd of hell-born guilt!
"Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810" by Edward Ziegler Davis
You were born for me, and I swore that you should be mine, even although I went to hell to get you.
"The Day of Judgment" by Joseph Hocking
What a hell of a world to be born into; and once it did look so jolly good, too!
"Old Junk" by H. M. Tomlinson
Thou hell-born fiend, how horrid is thy form!
"The Prince of Parthia" by Thomas Godfrey
And always, everywhere, that hell-born Crimson Tide seemed to be rising.
"The Crimson Tide" by Robert W. Chambers
By this my Judge is more appeas'd
Than e'er my sin his honour leas'd.
Yea, justice can't be pleas'd so well
By all the torments borne in hell.
"The Believer's Riddle; or, the Mystery of Faith" by Ralph Erskine
May blackest curses blast the morn,
The very hour, when I was born!
May hell, too, prove my mother's doom,
That toads she bare not in my room!
"The Complaint And The Advice Of Dives, To His Five Brethren, (Part 2), Or A Description Of Hell, An" by Rees Prichard
How cam'st thou, fiend, upon this earth to dwell?
Did thy perturbed spirit rise from hell?
Or from the close-ribb'd rock in tempest torn?
For thou of woman-kind wert never born!
"The Evil Being" by Charlotte Dacre
Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell
And by believing in Him in heaven we'll dwell;
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.
"A Christmas Carol" by William Topaz McGonagall
To greet with joy the glorious morn,
Which angels welcomed long ago,
When our redeeming Lord was born,
To bring the light of Heaven below;
The Powers of Darkness to dispel,
And rescue Earth from Death and Hell.
"Music On Christmas Morning" by Anne Bronte
Didst Thou, then, really come?—
Silence that dreadful drum!—
Christ! Saviour! Babe, of lowly Virgin born!
If Thou, indeed, Most High,
Didst in a manger lie,
Then be the Prince of Peace, and save us from Hell's scorn.
"Christmas,1870" by Alfred Austin