Where else could one watch the gentle conflict between sounds and silence with such dreamy joy?or make idleness seem so nearly like meditation?or more nimbly chase the dreams of night with even brighter day-dreams, wondering every day what has become of the day before, and each week where the week has gone, and in autumn what has become of the summer, that trod so noiselessly that none knew how swift were its footsteps!

Tecumseh led, the warriors followed, one in the footsteps of the other.

Several of the Indian Brethren immediately went to the house of the parents, and discovered the footsteps of the child, and tracing the same for the distance of two miles, found the child in the woods, wrapped up in its petticoat, and shivering with cold.

Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere: Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear.

10. Jesus, gentle Shepherd, Bless Thy lamb to-day; Keep me in Thy footsteps, Never let me stray.

Dear Father in heaven, who in Thy goodness hast given us teachers that they may instruct and train us in all useful knowledge, we pray Thee, bless them with strength and patience so to guide our feeble footsteps that, being warned, nurtured, comforted, and strengthened, we may do all things well-pleasing to Thee and profitable to us; through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

To his unutterable chagrin, however, it was not long before he realized that the footsteps of his enemy were gradually becoming more distant.

"I have feared sometimes, when I've been in the village, that perhaps you were lonely and sorrowful, and often I have hurried my footsteps that I might be with you a few moments sooner.

To pick the May-flower is like following in the footsteps of some spendthrift army which has scattered the contents of its treasure-chest among beds of scented moss.

Thy course once more through silent fields is laid; but not for long; for, Hampton Court's fair palace passed, already canst thou hear the wondrous roar of unceasing footsteps in the busy haunts of men.

They were passing along another corridor, hot, silent, their footsteps falling dully on a long runner of corrugated rubber, with red borders which drew together in the distance like the rails streaming away from a train.

The footsteps drew nearer, the door was opened with a hasty hand, and the child herself, pale and breathless, hurried into the room.

The brick-kilns were examined, the cottages were visited, the woman was particularly questioned, but she knew nothing of him; the weather had been for some time too wet, and the night itself had been too wet, to admit of any tracing of footsteps.

As it grew later in the night, and footsteps in the street became so rare that he could hear their coming, count them as they passed, and lose them in the hollow distance, he would lie and watch the many-coloured ring about the candle, and wait patiently for day.

The next thing that happened was a noise of footsteps on the stairs, and then Paul wokewoke mind and bodyand sat upright in his bed.

Beatrice was the first who entered; and when Spinello heard the sound of her footsteps, which he could most accurately distinguish, a beam of joy visited his heart, a tear of delight trembled in his eye, and he blessed her fervently.

I saw him dead at my feetI heard footsteps approachingI fled towards my father's housethe door was left unbolted for meI crept softly, but in a flutter, to bedbut I could not sleep.

She wore a wreath of roses that night when first we met, Her lovely face was smiling beneath her curls of jet; Her footsteps had the lightness, her voice the joyous tone, The tokens of a youthful heart where sorrow is unknown.

The following facts serve to show, that the present generation of slaveholders do but follow in the footsteps of their fathers, in their zeal for LIBERTY.

Thou first reveal'st to us thy face Turned o'er the shoulder's parting grace, A moment glimpsed, then seen no more, Thou whose swift footsteps we can trace Away from every mortal door!

I heard heavy footsteps behind me after a while.

Footsteps came crashing through the dead leaves and dry sticks behind Ken.

Above their heads they heard heavy footsteps.

Lurking, skulking, travelling with noiseless rapidity, they left a trail that only a master in woodcraft could follow, while, on the other hand, they could dog a white man's footsteps as a hound runs a fox.

Thorndyke asked, as the cabman's footsteps faded away in a creaky diminuendo.