Having killed a man for every voyage, and perhaps rendered more misanthropic
by the infirmities that come with years upon a ship, she had made up her mind to kill all hands at once before leaving the scene of her exploits.
For, as when the red-cheeked, dancing girls, April and May, trip home to the wintry, misanthropic
woods; even the barest, ruggedest, most thunder-cloven old oak will at least send forth some few green sprouts, to welcome such glad-hearted visitants; so Ahab did, in the end, a little respond to the playful allurings of that girlish air.
It seemed like a new misanthropic
belief which had fallen on human beings, carrying with it the negation of all hope.
This, indeed, was a home,--home,--a word that George had never yet known a meaning for; and a belief in God, and trust in his providence, began to encircle his heart, as, with a golden cloud of protection and confidence, dark, misanthropic
, pining atheistic doubts, and fierce despair, melted away before the light of a living Gospel, breathed in living faces, preached by a thousand unconscious acts of love and good will, which, like the cup of cold water given in the name of a disciple, shall never lose their reward.
He certainly did not prevent others from speaking of them before him, although it was easy to perceive that this kind of conversation, in which he only mingled by bitter words and misanthropic
remarks, was very disagreeable to him.
I made up my mind, of course, that the box and contents would never get farther north than the studio of my misanthropic
friend, in Chambers Street, New York.
The water-plug being left in solitude, its overflowing sullenly congealed, and turned to misanthropic
Reuben, a moody man, and misanthropic
because unhappy, strode onward with his usual stern brow and downcast eye, feeling few regrets and disdaining to acknowledge any.
Such ruminations naturally produced a streak of misanthropic
That hermit-like but not exactly misanthropic
sailor was leaning over the gate moodily.
On arrival he would shake Her mann's hand with a mutter, bow to the women, and take up his careless and misanthropic
attitude by our side.
Stade casts his eye over taking a midlife gap year and considers the differences between young and middle-aged use of social-media platforms in a show that is "not for the prudish", wherein misanthropic
Tom swears a lot but is also free flowing, warm and cannily observational.