"Does the golden pot at the end of the rainbow hold out a lure for you?"

The values engendered by our fledgling networked culture may, in fact, help a world struggling with the impact of globalism, the lure of fundamentalism and the clash of conflicting value systems.

The vague distance called; he felt the lure of going somewhere.

This he does partly by cynical criticism and opposition, but more especially by holding out the lures of the sensual life.

unless he can create sixpence or a shilling to put into the box, for a stale [lure], to decoy in the rest of the parish.

It was impossible for any San Franciscan who had lived through those splendid madcap bonanza days to deny the lure of gay wickedness.

Certainly it is very difficult when casting against the current to keep the line sufficiently taut to strike quickly and effectively a rising trout, which as a rule ejects the artificial lure the instant he feels the gritty impact of the steel.

Treading the expanse of daisy-starred emerald lawns, loitering under the elms in the Band Concourse, or wandering through the dwarf trees patterned against humpback bridges in the Japanese Tea Garden, you find new lures in Golden Gate Park with each successive visit.

In the days and weeks that followed Joan's home-coming the lure of the cabin and of the woman's hand held Kazan.

My senses 'Gainst their lures I must keep guarded: They are crocodiles, but feigning Human speech, so but to drag me To my ruin, my destruction. NISIDA.

" A golden twenty-dollar coin rolled free, shone with its virgin newness and lay on the table-top, gleaming its lure into the covetous old eyes.

But I turned, as all must do, From the happiness I knew To the land of care and strife, Seeking for a fuller life; Heard the lure of fame and sought That renown so dearly bought; Listened to the voice of greed Saying: "These the things you need," Now the gray town holds me fast, Prisoner to the very last.

So now do I swear, come life, come death, to walk my appointed way sword in hand, henceforth, nor will I turn aside for man or woman, heeding not the lure of friendship or of love.

This isn't that, (her arms going around himall the lure of 'that' while she pleads against it as it comes up to them)

It set her quivering with a strange new excitementsomething that may have been a new hope, and in the moonlight she trotted nervously up and down the shining strip of sand, facing now the north, and now the south, and then the east and the westher head flung up, listening, as if in the soft wind of the night she was trying to locate the whispering lure of a wonderful voice.

" "A fisherman must always risk losing his lure," answered the investigator composedly.

Time, like a spider, knows, be sure, One only wile, though he seems so wise: Death is his web, and Love his lure, And you and I his flies.

But the scrubby and hilly nature of the country on Cape York militated against its speedy settlement, and it needed the lure of gold to induce men to risk their lives in a land with such hostile inhabitants.

She had long outgrown Monohan's lure, but if he had come to her or written to make out a case for himself when she first went to Seattle, she would have accepted his word against anything.

I can paint ye a tongue picture of one beyond all fair ladies fairher soft, white body panting-warm for kisses, the lure of her mouth, the languorous passion of her eyes, the glorious mantle of her flame-like hair.

This extraordinary result was due to the hardy stamp of character imprinted by suffering and danger on those who had the ocean for their foe; to the nature of their country, which presented no lure for conquest; and, finally, to the toleration, the justice, and the liberty nourished among men left to themselves, and who found resources in their social state which rendered change neither an object of their wants nor wishes.

The romance of commerce and of the stage will prove a potent lure.

And Di was now embarked on the most difficult feat of her emotional life, the feat of remaining to Bobby Larkin the lure, the beloved lure, the while to Cornish she instinctively played the rôle of womanly little girl.

But scorning the lures of summer and sense, The monks passed on in their walk; Their eyes were abased, their senses slept, Their souls were in their talk.

Safe mediocrity had scorned the lure Of now too much and now too little cost, And satisfied me sight was never lost Of moderate design's accomplishment In calm completeness.'