I entreated Sigenok to let me go and ascertain.
"The Story of Nelson" by W.H.G. Kingston
He would have sent back his second boy Sam, but the lad earnestly entreated to be taken.
"Won from the Waves" by W.H.G. Kingston
She sent also an affectionate and respectful message to her new aunt, entreating her to intercede with her husband for his daughter.
"The White Lady of Hazelwood" by Emily Sarah Holt
O virgin Mary, we entreat, O Maria!
"The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book" by Various
I entreat you to hold out one day longer.
"The Boy Slaves" by Mayne Reid
All the passionate entreatings of his mother and of the gnomes are of no avail.
"The Standard Operaglass" by Charles Annesley
I entreated Sigenok to allow me to accompany him.
"The Grateful Indian" by W.H.G. Kingston
I entreat you to leave me!
"Fairy Fingers" by Anna Cora Mowatt Ritchie
They therefore entreated the Sultan to take them under his protection.
"The Three Midshipmen" by W.H.G. Kingston
She will crouch in fear and entreat thee with soft words to spare her.
"Odysseus, the Hero of Ithaca" by Homer
I lift entreating eyes to see
Gulf beyond gulf till sight relent,
Sun beyond sun till Time repent
Its question of Infinity.
"The Testimony of the Suns" by George Sterling
Round him she fawns, with gentle pace;
Her actions all entreat:
She looks imploring in his face,
And licks his hands and feet!
"The Panther" by William Hayley
And when the solemn and deep churchbell
Entreats the soul to pray,
The midnight phantoms feel the spell,
The shadows sweep away.
"Voices Of The Night : The Beleaguered City" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cornelia scarce could stand, for she
Began her guardian to entreat;
Seizing his busy arm, to flee
Far from the fawn before her feet.
"The Stag" by William Hayley
He spent forty days sojourning,
To many he made himself known,
He told of a city called Heaven,
Entreated them to make it their home.
"The Easter Man" by Frank Barbour Coffin
“Lenore!” his voice was like the cry
Of one entreating; and he said
But that—then paused with such a sigh
As mourns the dead.
"The Letter L" by Jean Ingelow
Among the many wonders of satellite radio is that if your station of choice is BBC World News, you're entreated to a roundup of wild pronouncements from dictatorial regimes across the globe.
When Jim James addresses a higher power on Monsters of Folk's "Dear God"-gently entreating, "Why do we suffer.