"Transfuse" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the priesthood entirely separated from the government, as is the case in the United States, than is found that no class of men are more naturally disposed than the Catholics to transfuse the doctrine of the equality of conditions into the political world. If, then, the Catholic citizens of the United States are not forcibly led by the nature of their tenets to adopt democratic and republican principles, at least they are not necessarily ...
— Democracy In America, Volume 1 (of 2) • Alexis de Tocqueville
... The soft, low winds, the liquid lull, The whited, silent, misty realm, The wan-blue heaven, each ghostly elm, All these, her ministers, conspire To fill my bosom with the fire And sweet delirium of desire. Enchantress! leave thy sheeny height, Descend, be all mine own this night, Transfuse, enfold, entrance me quite! Or break thy spell, my heart restore, ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 1, No. 5, March, 1858 • Various
... it? It is truth. Life lies in order to live. Life is a perpetual lie-telling process. Life is a mad dance in the domain of flux, wherein appearances in mighty tides ebb and flow, chained to the wheels of moons beyond our ken. Appearances are ghosts. Life is ghost land, where appearances change, transfuse, permeate each the other and all the others, that are, that are not, that always flicker, fade, and pass, only to come again as new appearances, as other appearances. You are such an appearance, composed of countless appearances out ...
— John Barleycorn • Jack London
... Billy stood in the presence of his old partner! But as Uncle Billy darted forward, Uncle Jim rose again, and this time with outstretched hands. Uncle Billy caught them, and in one supreme pressure seemed to pour out and transfuse his whole simple soul into his partner's. There they swayed each other backwards and forwards and sideways by their still clasped hands, until Uncle Billy, with a glance at Uncle Jim's bandaged ankle, shoved him by sheer ...
— Stories in Light and Shadow • Bret Harte
... broad brow, the proud little nose, the tender mouth, and the soft—sunlight—glow that seemed to transfuse the delicate skin. And suddenly in the eyes dawned a smile—sweet, friendly, a touch of roguishness, profoundly reassuring in its all humanness. I felt my heart expand as though freed from fetters, a recrudescence of confidence ...
— The Moon Pool • A. Merritt
... The gods have eyes, and breasts as well as men. Were I a god, I should give women leave, With lying lips my godhead to deceive. Myself would swear the wenches true did swear, And I would be none of the gods severe. But yet their gift more moderately use, Or in mine eyes, good wench, no pain transfuse. ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe |
