For nothing was this man more remarkable, than for a certain impersonal stolidity as it were; impersonal, I say; for it so shaded off into the surrounding infinite of things, that it seemed one with the general stolidity discernible in the whole visible world; which while pauselessly active in uncounted
modes, still eternally holds its peace, and ignores you, though you dig foundations for cathedrals.
In the garden that afternoon, Nancy found a few minutes in which to interview Old Tom, who had pulled the weeds and shovelled the paths about the place for uncounted
isles of all Polynesia confess the same truth, and do commercial homage to the whale-ship, that cleared the way for the missionary and the merchant, and in many cases carried the primitive missionaries to their first destinations.
The uniform brownness of the harrowed field glowed with a rosy tinge, as though the powdered clods had sweated out in minute pearls of blood the toil of uncounted ploughmen.
He gave me to understand that he had on his passage beheld uncounted multitudes of peo- ple--whole nations--all dressed in such clothes as the rich wear.
There would be meat that had tumbled out on the floor, in the dirt and sawdust, where the workers had tramped and spit uncounted
billions of consumption germs.
The people idolized him; princes lavished uncounted
treasures upon him.
U-Dor, whose riches are uncounted
, and the brave O-Tar, whose squealing thoats are stabled within marble halls and fed from troughs of gold, can spare no crust to feed a starving girl."
That unlucky word had undone the work of many a year--the long laborious edifice of a life of love and constancy--raised too upon what secret and hidden foundations, wherein lay buried passions, uncounted
struggles, unknown sacrifices--a little word was spoken, and down fell the fair palace of hope--one word, and away flew the bird which he had been trying all his life to lure!
From her North Atlantic Winter nose-cap (worn bright as diamond with boring through uncounted
leagues of hail, snow, and ice) to the inset of her three built out propeller-shafts is some two hundred and forty feet.
The Oswal, at peace with mankind, carried the message into the darkness behind him, and the easy, uncounted
Eastern minutes slid by; for the lama was asleep in his cell, and no priest would wake him.
There was a tiny little beach, not five feet broad, on one side of the river, and that was piled high with the rubbish of uncounted