Perhaps not one of us escapes that dream; perhaps, as by some sorrowful doom of man, that dream repeats for every one of us, through every generation, the original temptation in Eden.
But as Lancelot rose to find him, there was put into his hand a letter, which kept him at home a while longer--none other, in fact, than the long-expected answer from Luke.
Perhaps you'd better go in any case; you'll enjoy the ride as far as Haifa--stay there a day or two, and come back when you feel like it.
G; +fette+, pt.
This is how he closes one of his finest sonnets to Vittoria Colonna: Nor hath God deigned to show Himself elsewhere More clearly than in human forms sublime; Which, since they image Him, compel my love.
On the 10th, a great battle will be fought, which will begin at four of the clock in the afternoon, and last until nine at night, with great obstinacy, but no very decisive event.
Religion is the force that relates action to life.
So long as we remained in France his humour was like this, delicate and expansive, but an accidental allusion led us across the Channel when he changed.
Simpson, puzzled, amazed, and a little scared at last, had barely time to notice the position before it dissolved.
On the evening of the day when she was buried, a rich man went, not to Pilate, but to the cure of the place.
Gloom deepened and had no light to relieve it, men supped full of horrors--there was no slackening of the tension, no concession to overwrought nerves, no resting-place for the overwrought soul.
'John, would you mind staying a few moments with me?'
Nothing short of a military despotism could maintain the connection of such an island with a mother-country more than three thousand miles distant; and accordingly we find the captain-general of Cuba invested with unlimited power.
The State is a reality, and not a dramaturgy; it exists here to render existence possible, existence desirable and noble, for the State's subjects.
Properly speaking, there were no "first living things."
Poor M. Brayer and M. Gourlade had been during almost the whole campaign in the most pitiable condition, especially the former, who I thought a thousand times must have died.
The time of our visit was in the dry season, which lasts from October till April, and alternates with the wet one, from May till September.
It cannot be true.
By this time I have sufficiently tired your Patience with my domestick Grievances; which I hope you will agree could not well be contain'd in a narrower Compass, when you consider what a Paradox I undertook to maintain in the Beginning of my Epistle, and which manifestly appears to be but too melancholy a Truth.
Those who shall live when we are dead may tell their children, perhaps, how, out of anguish and darkness such as the world seldom has borne, the enduring morning evolved of the true world and the true man.