It is true we love life; not because we are wont to
live, but because we are wont to
On desperate seas long wont to
roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.
I am not wont to
be baffled in my enterprises, nor needs a Norman noble scrupulously to vindicate his conduct to the Saxon maiden whom be distinguishes by the offer of his hand.
This habit of abstention from Feeling in the best society enables a Circle the more easily to sustain the veil of mystery in which, from his earliest years, he is wont to
enwrap the exact nature of his Perimeter or Circumference.
He sat down quietly to breakfast in his cabin, never once thinking of inspecting the town, being one of those Englishmen who are wont to
see foreign countries through the eyes of their domestics.
For this purpose I would have you know that it is not my wont to
let any occasion pass where it is in any way possible that honor may be gained.
Be not disheart'nd then, nor cloud those looks That wont to
be more chearful and serene Then when fair Morning first smiles on the World, And let us to our fresh imployments rise Among the Groves, the Fountains, and the Flours That open now thir choicest bosom'd smells Reservd from night, and kept for thee in store.
But I soothed and comforted her, till she pulled herself bravely together and recuperated mentally as quickly as she was wont to
As I came cautiously to the edge of the low cliff overlooking the Lost Sea of Korus I saw Thurid pushing out upon the bosom of the shimmering water in a small skiff--one of those strangely wrought craft of unthinkable age which the Holy Therns, with their organization of priests and lesser therns, were wont to
distribute along the banks of the Iss, that the long journey of their victims might be facilitated.
the fairy boat in which the princely cavaliers of the olden time were wont to
cleave the waters of the moonlit canals and look the eloquence of love into the soft eyes of patrician beauties, while the gay gondolier in silken doublet touched his guitar and sang as only gondoliers can sing
An Army list of 1814, with his name written on the cover; a little dictionary he was wont to
use in writing; and the Bible his mother had given him, were on the mantelpiece, with a pair of spurs and a dried inkstand covered with the dust of ten years.
She was wont to
say plaintively, "I'm afraid the faculties was too much divided up between my twins.