No, on calm reflection, I forswear receptions for the future.
"We Ten" by Lyda Farrington Krausé
In this work he forswears florid writing, and makes a serious effort at dramatic characterization.
"A Popular History of the Art of Music" by W. S. B. Mathews
The scholar must forswear his pen, the lawyer his books, the politician his arts.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 83, September, 1864" by Various
Come, do not forswear yourself about a trifle.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 108, October, 1866" by Various
The Tunker says that I must forswear myself to become a Christian.
"In The Boyhood of Lincoln" by Hezekiah Butterworth
If Edna had accused Sylvia of giving him that potion, he would forswear the Mill Farm forever.
"The Opened Shutters" by Clara Louise Burnham
Or, that oaths made in reverential fear Of Love and his wrath any may forswear?
"Tudor and Stuart Love Songs" by Various
Forswear what is already lost and make an end of it.
"A Daughter of Raasay" by William MacLeod Raine
His first impulse was to forswear society, and to escape mortification in future, by refusing all invitations.
"The Faith Doctor" by Edward Eggleston
Completely to abandon the offensive state of mind is to forswear victory.
"Sound Military Decision" by U.s. Naval War College
He shall forswear and put away
The idols of his sheltered house;
And to Necessity shall pay
Unflinching tribute of his vows.
"The Reformers" by Rudyard Kipling
Oh ! he had seen his heart's first love
Forswear the vows she once had taken,
She fled, with rank and wealth to rove;
For rank and wealth was he forsaken.
"The Exile" by Laura Sophia Temple
Brave girl, who art inured
To difficult privation and rude pain,
What good shall come forswearing kith and God,
To follow the allurements of the heart?
"The Dance To Death. Act III" by Emma Lazarus
Better endure war's worst of ills,
The woe of a hundred fights,
Than cower behind your banks and tills
And smug with your money, your mines, your mills,
Forswear a neighbour's rights.
"To Great Britain" by Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley
If I should quit thee, sacrifice, forswear,
To what, my art, shall I give thee in keeping?
To the long winds of heaven? Shall these come sweeping
My songs forgone against my face and hair?
"A Poet's Sonnet" by Alice Meynell
Make him acknowledge you only are right,
That you hold the keys of the portals of light;
Spare him not! Cry "Infidel!"
Until he consent your fetters to wear,
And conscience and reason both to forswear,
"Cry Infidel!" by Alfred Gibbs Campbell