What, do the mighty ones then bear Their load of carking grief and care?
"Fables of John Gay" by John Gay
All were in the pink of health, free from all carking cares and vanities of life, and they sang as if inspired.
"Doctor Jones' Picnic" by S. E. Chapman
Meantime, I was not to know the carking anxiety of the out-of-work.
"The Message" by Alec John Dawson
He had never dared to voice the carking fear that tightened about his heart at times.
"Carmen Ariza" by Charles Francis Stocking
She met a policeman who was swinging his club, and the man gave her an instant of carking fear.
"The Peace of Roaring River" by George van Schaick
But being light and changeful, she is all the less liable to be carked and hardened by pain!
"La Sorcière: The Witch of the Middle Ages" by Jules Michelet
The old, old earth is glad to turn from the cark and care of driftless centuries to the first sweet blades of green.
"The Hills and the Vale" by Richard Jefferies
For crows that cark At the rough wind's way.
"Song-Surf" by Cale Young Rice
He was sensible of a dull, carking shame, and yet was shameless.
"The Destroying Angel" by Louis Joseph Vance
HOW CULVERIN CARK SEALED UP THE STORE.
"Sweet Mace" by George Manville Fenn
What days of strain, what nights of stress
Can cark a throne,
Even one maintained in peacefulness,
I too have known.
"A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral]" by Thomas Hardy
He is dead, and never word of blame
Or praise of him his spirit hears,
Sacred, secure from cark of fame,
From sympathy of useless tears.
"Requies" by Thomas MacDonagh
"I fly around my narrow cage,
I sing the song that gladdens you,
But carking care thy thoughts engage,
While walking free, 'neath heaven's blue.
"To A Canary" by Thomas Frederick Young
Then shall I be thy ransomed—from the cark
Of living, from the strain for breath,
From tossing in my coffin strait and dark,
At hourly strife with death!
"De Profundis" by George MacDonald
Down, down, down and down,
With idler, knave, and tyrant!
Why for sluggards cark and moil?
He that will not live by toil
Has no right on English soil!
God's word's our warrant!
"Alton Locke's Song" by Charles Kingsley
Is it because at times when storms subside
Through which thou oarest Life's ill-fitted bark,
Dreams rise, from sounds of lapping of the tide,
To veil the daylight stark,
Its anguish and its cark?
"Revoke Not" by Thomas Runciman