She was still standing on one leg with the other high in the air; she too was steadfast
He was severely wounded, so as with difficulty to keep on his horse; but he preserved a serene and steadfast
countenance, as if perfectly unharmed.
They saw little of the horizon save when she topped a swell; and usually she was elbowing, fidgeting, and coaxing her steadfast
way through grey, grey-blue, or black hollows laced across and across with streaks of shivering foam; or rubbing herself caressingly along the flank of some bigger water-hill.
The old man's mind turned more and more to his monastery as his eyes turned to the steadfast
Thus freed from the necessity of toil, and having lost the steadfast
influence of a great purpose,--great, at least, to him,--he abandoned himself to habits from which it might have been supposed the mere delicacy of his organization would have availed to secure him.
An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous in such high-wrought felicity; and she went to her room, and grew steadfast
and fearless in the thankfulness of her enjoyment.
The words took away my breath for an instant but a glance at the placid face and steadfast
eyes of my companion showed that no surprise was intended.
Bucket with a steadfast
look, but without loss of temper.
and through evil report, has been the steadfast
friend of the land
I made up my mind to be honest, and steadfast
in accomplishing my task.
He had a strange sensation that he was both lighthouse and bird; he was steadfast
and brilliant; and at the same time he was whirled, with all other things, senseless against the glass.
But she who stood with me on the stair that day was a very simple woman, accustomed all her life to making the most of small things, and I weaved sufficiently well to please her, which has been my only steadfast
ambition since I was a little boy.
The sea was roaring hollowly in the distance, the fields were bare and sere, scarfed with golden rod, the brook valley below Green Gables overflowed with asters of ethereal purple, and the Lake of Shining Waters was blue -- blue -- blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast
, serene blue, as if the water were past all moods and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquility unbroken by fickle dreams.
He looked across the lawn into the pine grove with steadfast
eyes and knitted brows, and Da Souza watched him, ghastly and nervous.
Sir Edward looked at his companion in steadfast