We know how Wagner idolized his mighty predecessor, and can imagine the ardour with which he threw himself into this work.
"Richard Wagner" by John F. Runciman
In the Honourable Nick Burr your choice has fallen upon the man who will most incite to ardour each individual voter.
"The Voice of the People" by Ellen Glasgow
That was why he threw himself with such ardour into the Home Rule movement.
"The Life Story of an Old Rebel" by John Denvir
Seeking out St. Thomas's old haunt at Pontigny, he threw himself with ardour into the austere Cistercian life.
"The History of England" by T.F. Tout
Does not this suffice to justify the unusual ardour of my conduct?
"Biographies of Distinguished Scientific Men" by Francois Arago
What do you suppose that ardour was like when he was not forty-two but twenty-four?
"Greenwich Village" by Anna Alice Chapin
His ardour was beginning to tell upon Susannah's mind.
"The Mormon Prophet" by Lily Dougall
And there came upon his voice a strange ardour; a swiftness into his utterance.
"Romance" by Joseph Conrad and F.M. Hueffer
His keen eyes of a physician read the ardour of Nigel's temperament.
"Bella Donna" by Robert Hichens
The master's ardour, the cries of that silent man inspired us.
"The Nigger Of The "Narcissus" A Tale Of The Forecastle" by Joseph Conrad
Sweeter than odours
Of living leaves,
Sweeter than ardours
Of dying loves.
"Has Your Soul Sipped?" by Wilfred Owen
I trust in Heaven!
The God of battle stimulates my arm,
And fires my soul with ardour not its own.
"David And Goliath. A Sacred Drama" by Hannah More
Never flashed thro' sylvan valley
Visions so divinely fair!
He with early ardour glowing,
She with rosy anguish rare.
"Daphne" by George Meredith
The ardour of young Eldred's flame
But ill could brook delay,
And oft he press'd the maid to name
A speedy nuptial day.
"Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts" by Hannah More
The gaze lets go from ripeness.
I don’t know what to do with a gaze
overflowing from a tree,
what to do with that ardour
"Against Obscurity (6)" by Eugenio de Andrade
And aye her soul, her inward worth,
Flushed out in subtle glows,
As from its heart come mantling forth
The ardours of a rose.
"Cora" by Charles Harpur