But, to make up for such ingrate forgetfulness, Patsy thought a good deal.
"Patsy" by S. R. Crockett
Then she tells every one I'm no good, an ingrate, everything that's bad.
"The Trail of '98" by Robert W. Service
The little ingrate refused to say one word of farewell to either of them.
"Recollections" by David Christie Murray
Unless you are an ingrate infinite you will treat her well.
"The Wedding Ring" by T. De Witt Talmage
There is nothing lower on the face of the earth than an ingrate and a snake's belly.
"Dollars and Sense" by Col. Wm. C. Hunter
Do not be afraid," added he; "I believe him to be an ingrate in friendship, but not in love.
"The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 1, April, 1851" by Various
He would be an ingrate indeed if he were not.
"The Day of Judgment" by Joseph Hocking
Bring me a few dry straws to rekindle my strength, and you will not have obliged an ingrate.
"Laboulaye's Fairy Book" by Various
What an ingrate I have been!
"The Copper Princess" by Kirk Munroe
And who but an ingrate would find fault with Ruskin, or would treat him lightly?
"Waiting for Daylight" by Henry Major Tomlinson
I am no thankless ingrate,
Kindler of my life's flame!
I own thee king of bounty,
Thy lavish gifts acclaim.
"The Eternal Infant" by Manmohan Ghose
For pleasure I have given my soul;
Now, Justice, let thy thunders roll!
Now, Vengeance, smile—and with a blow
Lay the rebellious ingrate low.
"A Hymn" by Henry Kirke White
Ingrate!--Never sure was maiden
Deeply wronged as I. With grief
My true breast is overladen--
Tears afford me no relief--
Every nerve is strained and aching,
And my very heart is breaking!
"The Deserted Bride" by George Pope Morris
To me—not of me! Ungrateful, perjured cheat!
A coward too: but ingrate's worse than all.
Beggar—my slave—a fawning, cringing lie!
Leave me! Betray me! I can see your drift!
A lie that walks and eats and drinks!
"Pippa Passes: Part I: Morning" by Robert Browning
The dawn breaks slowly o'er the distant main,
To come no more her ingrate hero flies;
While thoughts confiding speak
Upon her mantling cheek--
Illusion chains the sense--in lowest sighs
Whispering--we fear to see her wake to pain.
"Ode" by Maria Gowen Brooks
O man! so oft an ingrate, to thy thankless nature true,
Thyself see in those Lepers, who did as thou dost do;
Nine went their way rejoicing, healed in body—glad in soul—
Nor once thought of returning thanks to Him who made them whole.
"The Ten Lepers" by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon