She, who now remembered so little of the trouble and terror of a later time, remembered those words, and laid her poor head innocently and trustingly
on the bosom of the man who had spoken them.
Dear Queen, we have bent to the Frost-King's power, we have borne gifts unto his pride, but have we gone trustingly to him and spoken fearlessly of his evil deeds?
But the flowers whispered their gratitude, and folded their leaves as if they blessed her; and when she saw the garden filled with loving friends, who strove to cheer and thank her for her care, courage and strength returned; and raising up thick clouds of mist, that hid her from the wondering flowers, alone and trustingly she began her work.
How many miles could you make in those few brief hours, with the darling at your bosom,--the little sleepy head on your shoulder,--the small, soft arms trustingly
holding on to your neck?
It is difficult for the good Christian to acknowledge the good Pagan; almost impossible for the good Orthodox to grasp the hand of the good Unitarian, leaving to their Creator to settle the matters in dispute, and giving their mutual efforts strongly and trustingly
to whatever right thing is too evident to be mistaken.
The shadow had followed behind them clinging to their steps; and the two children little suspected its presence when they at last sat down, trustingly
, under the mighty protection of Apollo, who, with a great bronze gesture, lifted his huge lyre to the heart of a crimson sky.
If they fall in the wrong hands, they could be used to discredit and blackmail subjects who trustingly
submitted to these tests.
That I didn't turn right instead of left -- if I had taken the right turn and gone around the corner, I would have seen James being led away, just four short minutes after he had left my side, trustingly
holding hands with the boys who were about to murder him.
CCTV images later Iback on showed tiny James trustingly
walking off with his killers the other way.
When I stoop to lift her, she holds her arms up, trustingly
, and whispers, 'Home.
placed their bodies in my care, letting go, allowing the waves to carry them on their stomach, while paddling with their tiny arms and legs.
It's the one wee fib him indoors tells me on a regular basis that I trustingly
accept every time - 'The petrol light just went on in the car when I turned into the street'.