He would have laughed with scorn at the mere idea that such an insect as that could have any power to hurt him.
"Earl Hubert's Daughter" by Emily Sarah Holt
The emir laughed in scorn as he listened to Huon's vain boast.
"The Red Romance Book" by Various
But the master only laughed a little, forced, scornful laugh, and went on to the Hall.
"Curious, if True" by Elizabeth Gaskell
We might then laugh to scorn the impotent malice of foreign foes.
"The Continental Monthly, Vol. 3, No. 1 January 1863" by Various
Garth suppressed the scornful inclination to laugh.
"Two on the Trail" by Hulbert Footner
How often I have laughed them to scorn, as I have sat alone with the dark spirit!
"Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 347, September, 1844" by Various
Had she been told that it was a lark's song, she would have laughed the speaker to scorn.
"The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 1, April, 1851" by Various
He laughed that bonny boy to scorne; Lord!
"Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth" by Frank Sidgwick
Those who give bad advice to discreet persons, both lose their pains, and are laughed to scorn.
"The Fables of Phædrus" by Phaedrus
But this allegation Jacky Joram laughed to scorn.
"Ralph the Heir" by Anthony Trollope
I came to triumph o'er the pride
Through which that brother fell,
I laugh to scorn thy love and thee,
And now, proud dame, farewell!
"The Troubadour. Canto 4" by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
At liberty I sit and see
Them, that have erst laugh'd me to scorn,
Whipp'd with the whip that scourged me:
And now they ban that they were born.
"At Liberty I Sit And See" by Anonymous Americas
"Last night the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!"
The skipper, he blew whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
"The Wreck Of The Hesperus" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A purple robe, a little worn,
The Thunderer deigned himself to offer;
The bearded wanderer laughed in scorn,--
You know he always was a scoffer.
"The First Fan" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
"Think you words like these will touch me?
Such I laugh to scorn, sir Rabbi,
From high heaven, my sainted father
On my deeds will smile in blessing.
"Don Pedrillo" by Emma Lazarus
Then he laughed and said, in bitter scorn,
" Take me this Christian fool from my sight,
Lock him in the turret till the morn,
And let him dance alone to-night.
"The Ballad Of Saint Vitus" by Lord Alfred Douglas