I conclude, therefore that, fortune being
changeful and mankind steadfast in their ways, so long as the two are in agreement men are successful, but unsuccessful when they fall out.
"A brook," quoth Uncle Blair, "is the most
changeful, bewitching, lovable thing in the world.
This influence of habit was necessarily strong in a man whose life was so monotonous as Marner's-- who saw no new people and heard of no new events to keep alive in him the idea of the unexpected and the
changeful; and it explains simply enough, why his mind could be at ease, though he had left his house and his treasure more defenceless than usual.
Without this fellow-feeling, how are we to get enough patience and charity towards our stumbling, falling companions in the long and
changeful journey?
FEW reverses in this
changeful world are more complete and disheartening than that of a traveller, suddenly unhorsed, in the midst of the wilderness.
The
changeful coloring of the great leaves was very beautiful, but it was bewildering, as well, and the novelty of the scene drew our travelers close to the line of plants, where they stood watching them with rapt interest.
Away she went, much excited by the chase, and following the
changeful song, it led her to the china-closet door.
so, deprived of one leg, and the strange ship of course being altogether unsupplied with the kindly invention, Ahab now found himself abjectly reduced to a clumsy landsman again; hopelessly eyeing the uncertain
changeful height he could hardly hope to attain.
During all this time, Oliver Edwards, whose sudden elevation excited no surprise in that
changeful country, was earnestly engaged in the service of Marmaduke, during the days; but his nights were often spent in the hut of Leather-Stocking.
Though long accustomed to divine his feelings from the
changeful agitations of his face, they seemed to-night so threatening, and anon so melancholy that she felt she could no longer read a soul that was now incomprehensible, even to her.
The sea was roaring hollowly in the distance, the fields were bare and sere, scarfed with golden rod, the brook valley below Green Gables overflowed with asters of ethereal purple, and the Lake of Shining Waters was blue -- blue -- blue; not the
changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all moods and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquility unbroken by fickle dreams.
Hardyman, feasting his eyes on the pretty,
changeful face that looked up at him with such innocent confidence in his authority, drew her away from the door by the one means at his disposal.