"World-weary" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... you, my boy," he said mournfully, "a dollar-burdened, world-weary old man, who for ten years has been trying to retire from active business, and cannot. The reason is he dassent; if he dassed, this shebang would be in the hands of the sheriff within a year. Now, listen, young feller! ...
— Cappy Ricks Retires • Peter B. Kyne
... Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect, by William Barnes (C. Kegan Paul & Co.), and nobody will dispute this award. Many of these poems are familiar upon the tongue, or laid up silent-sweet in the memory of hundreds of world-weary Cockneys, who never set eyes on a Dorset vale, and probably never will. Mr. Barnes writes a modest and characteristic preface explaining that two of these three Collections of rural poems had long been out of print (we are glad to hear it), and also calling attention to the glossary at the end of ...
— The Contemporary Review, Volume 36, September 1879 • Various
... moment had arrived for the serving of the great dish, the dish which world-weary Grand Dukes and market-obsessed money magnates counted among their happiest memories. And at the same moment something else happened. The leader of the highly salaried orchestra placed his violin caressingly against ...
— The Chronicles of Clovis • Saki
... passionate prayer, The silence, like a benediction, falls. The still, slow moments softly slip along The endless thread of thought: a holy throng Of memories, long prisoned, find release. The sacred sweetness of the hour has lent These quiet faces, calm with deep content, And one world-weary soul alike, the light ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 22. October, 1878. • Various
... messenger. As a child falls asleep in its mother's arms, so fell Mrs. Montgomery asleep in the arms of an angel—tranquil, peaceful, happy. I say happy—for in lapsing away into that mortal sleep, of which our natural sleep is but an image, shall the world-weary who have in trial and suffering grown heavenly minded, sink into unconsciousness with less of tranquil delight than the babe pillowed against its mother's bosom? I ...
— The Allen House - or Twenty Years Ago and Now • T. S. Arthur |
