Where is an equal army of men to be found to invite the contumely of their own sex?
"Despair's Last Journey" by David Christie Murray
Then the howl of contumely could not pursue him; it would grow faint with the distance.
"The Loyalist" by James Francis Barrett
I was ejected with contumely.
"Humorous Ghost Stories" by Dorothy Scarborough
His interposition received with such shout of contumely from friends and neighbours that he incontinently dropped back into his seat.
"Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 23, 1914" by Various
I am loaded with the coarsest contumely, and exposed to the malicious observation of my people.
"Mediaeval Tales" by Various
Neglect or contumely wounded but did not embitter him.
"The History of Dartmouth College" by Baxter Perry Smith
But, worse than all, I have heard myself made the subject of contempt and contumely.
"The Squirrel Inn" by Frank R. Stockton
No more should the gallant beast he had bred be seized with contumely in the market-place.
"The Wild Geese" by Stanley John Weyman
Poverty, contumely, indignities of all sorts, met him wherever he turned.
"Christopher Columbus and His Monument Columbia" by Various
The whole object of the occasion is to heap contumely, derision, and dishonor upon the name of Judas.
"Aztec Land" by Maturin M. Ballou
In this boasted land of the free
I've suffered contumely and scorn;
And cannot relate what I see
Is reserved for millions unborn.
"The Emigrant" by Benjamin Cutler Clark
There is Alagna, where Pope Boniface
Was dragged with contumely from his throne;
Sciarra Colonna, was that day's disgrace
The Pontiff's only, or in part thine own?
"Monte Cassino. Terra Di Lavoro. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be calm, and contumely suffer long,
And never give, to wrath and passion, way,
But bear, ere thou art mov'd to anger, wrong:
For he that bears, will ever win the day.
"Advice, To Have One's Conversation and Demeanour Always According To The Rules Of The Gospel" by Rees Prichard
For winning love we win the risk of losing,
And losing love is as one's life were riven;
It cuts like contumely and keen ill-using
To cede what was superfluously given.
"Revulsion" by Thomas Hardy
Against a castle moated gloomily by a bitter drain of blood,
From whose fetid wave contumely
Of all truth was reeking fumily
And infectiously, I stood;
Waiting for her sign--
A shriek repeated nine.
"Written In Hell" by Cale Young Rice