The ape-man's mind was untroubled
by regret for the past, or aspiration for the future.
and sat smiling, admiring, and explaining, quite untroubled
by the din, which made Rose cover up her ears and Dr.
Our Saviour, meek, and with untroubled
mind After hisaerie jaunt, though hurried sore, Hungry and cold, betook him to his rest, Wherever, under some concourse of shades, Whose branching arms thick intertwined might shield From dews and damps of night his sheltered head; But, sheltered, slept in vain; for at his head The Tempter watched, and soon with ugly dreams Disturbed his sleep.
I, poor simple fool, gave him the ale and all that he craved, leaving him alone too, because he said that a man's mind must be left untroubled
when he had great work to do.
he knew not in his heart that in place of the stone his son was left behind, unconquered and untroubled
, and that he was soon to overcome him by force and might and drive him from his honours, himself to reign over the deathless gods.
I loved and I was loved, untroubled
, at peace, without remorse, without fear.
For a long time he wanted to; but presently nature and an outraged stomach relieved themselves in their own therapeutic manner, the ape-man broke into a violent perspiration and then fell into a normal and untroubled
sleep which persisted well into the afternoon.
She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled
meadows and the dreamy flow of Tewin Water.
The moments sped, the ripples died away, the face of the pool grew placid and untroubled
, and neither black nor golden head broke surface in quest of air.
But under the influence of fatigue, a sleepless night, and the wine he had drunk, his sleep was sound and untroubled
And life was his concern: that sane and gratifying existence untroubled
by too much love or by too much regret.
You shall not be troubled with them, Sir Ethelred," the Assistant Commissioner began, with a calm and untroubled
It was only when the figure advancing two paces asked in an untroubled
, grave voice if the outer door was closed that he regained his power of speech.
Maggy was snoring already, and Little Dorrit was soon fast asleep with her head resting on that sealed book of Fate, untroubled
by its mysterious blank leaves.
So read the Reverend Frank Milvey in a not untroubled
voice, for his heart misgave him that all was not quite right between us and our sister--or say our sister in Law--Poor Law--and that we sometimes read these words in an awful manner, over our Sister and our Brother too.