You need not be idle, even though lying here in darkness and sorrow; you can be taking from your heart all sad and discontented feelings, and if love and patience blossom there, you will be better for the lonely hours spent here.
The loving Elves brought her sweet dreams by night, and happy thoughts by day, and as she grew in childlike beauty, pure and patient amid poverty and sorrow, the sinful were rebuked, sorrowing hearts grew light, and the weak and selfish forgot their idle fears, when they saw her trustingly live on with none to aid or comfort her.
The scene-painter was gone, having spoilt only the floor of one room, ruined all the coachman's sponges, and made five of the under-servants idle and dissatisfied; and Sir Thomas was in hopes that another day or two would suffice to wipe away every outward memento of what had been, even to the destruction of every unbound copy of Lovers' Vows in the house, for he was burning all that met his eye
Yates must have been irksome; but of him, trifling and confident, idle and expensive, it was every way vexatious.
The companions of my idle
hours (and all my hours were idle
just then) noticed my preoccupation and chaffed me about it in a rather obvious way.
But that only shows you are ten times more idle than the others.
Like many a plucked idle young gentleman, he was thoroughly in love, and with a plain girl, who had no money
Engages a stranger, with the house full of idle
men-servants already, to fill the page's place.
said the King; "you wish to support those idle
Then these idle ones began to pretend that they were blind or lame and could not work.
His most bitter words, perhaps, are for the idle rich, but the idle poor do not escape.
It would be idle
to speculate as to the date of this work.
Often Levin had admired this life, often he had a sense of envy of the men who led this life; but today for the first time, especially under the influence of what he had seen in the attitude of Ivan Parmenov to his young wife, the idea presented itself definitely to his mind that it was in his power to exchange the dreary, artificial, idle
, and individualistic life he was leading for this laborious, pure, and socially delightful life.
imagination, Gradgrind,' repeated Bounderby.
No boy attempted to violate the sanctity of seat or peg, but many a one looked from the empty spaces to the schoolmaster, and whispered his idle
neighbour behind his hand.