Upon this occasion, poor Lilly had the ill-luck to be deemed one of the latter class.
"The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 13, Issue 368, May 2, 1829" by Various
Poor Mr. Day was not prepared for such continued ill-luck in his matrimonial projects.
"Atlantic Monthly, Volume 6, No. 38, December, 1860" by Various
Says that I can't break a mirror twice without ill-luck following it.
"Deep Waters, The Entire Collection" by W.W. Jacobs
There's a way to turn ill luck!
"Balcony Stories" by Grace E. King
It is by good fortune also that Damayanti's ill-luck hath at last come to an end.
"Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa Bk. 3 Pt. 1" by Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa
The dance goes on for hours and is thought to avert ill-luck from the fair.
"Balder The Beautiful, Vol. I." by Sir James George Frazer
He could not ride at all, and by ill luck was given one of the most vicious horses in the troop.
"Toaster's Handbook" by Peggy Edmund and Harold W. Williams, compilers
Yes, other men have ill luck, too.
"The Merchant of Venice [liberally edited by Charles Kean]" by William Shakespeare
Gwynplaine thought he had drained to the dregs the cup of his ill-luck.
"The Man Who Laughs" by Victor Hugo
All sorts of ill luck will befall you.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. IX., March, 1862., No. LIII." by Various
So we'll ne'er surrender tamely
To the ills that throng us fast.
If we must die, let's die gamely;
Luck may take a turn at last.
"Thick-Headed Thoughts: Part 3" by Adam Lindsay Gordon
Aussie cobbers, strong thro' striving,
Chastened by ill-luck are thriving;
Now that better days are near
Here's a prosperous New Year!
"A New Year's Toast" by C J Dennis
A leap—they gain the boat—and there
The goodman wields his oar;
"Ill luck betide them all," he cried,
"The laggards on the shore."
"The Exiles. 1660" by John Greenleaf Whittier
But I’ll try my luck for a cheque Out Back,
Then a last good-bye to the bush;
For my heart’s away on the Outside Track,
On the track of the steerage push.
"The Outside Track" by Henry Lawson
When, a mischief! Were they seven
Strings the lyre possessed?
Oh, and afterwards eleven,
Thank you! Well, sir,--who had guessed
Such ill luck in store?--it happed
One of those same seven strings snapped.
"A Tale" by Robert Browning
Oh, think of us, if you will, you friends we leave at home,
A-listing like a log in the lone Atlantic foam;
Oh, think you of us now and then, ill-fitted and worse found,
A-hanging on the skirts of luck this weary world around.
"The China Sea" by Cicely Fox Smith