He loved life with a boy's fervour, regarding it always as an opportunity for winning success.
"The Mirrors of Downing Street" by Harold Begbie
Another shot, much nearer, was heard, and he replied with a shout to which joy as much as strength of lung gave fervour.
"Blown to Bits" by Robert Michael Ballantyne
Astronomy, logic, philosophy were all cultivated with equal fervour and to the greater glory of Brahmanism.
"India, Old and New" by Sir Valentine Chirol
He remembered the fervour, the exaltation with which he had gone to France that first year of the war.
"One Man in His Time" by Ellen Glasgow
He had loved Sibylla with the pure fervour of feelings young and fresh.
"Verner's Pride" by Mrs. Henry Wood
His sermons were born not of the crowd, but for the crowd, in deep religious fervour and conviction.
"T. De Witt Talmage" by T. De Witt Talmage
Strange to love two such opposites with equal fervour.
"Far to Seek" by Maud Diver
If you but knew the fervour with which I pray for you!
"The Man-Wolf and Other Tales" by Emile Erckmann and Alexandre Chatrian
In a happy fervour he stood forward where the pursuers could not fail to see him.
"Count Hannibal A Romance of the Court of France" by Stanley J. Weyman
The importance of its discoveries, the fervour of its enthusiasm have never been equalled.
"The Age of Erasmus" by P. S. Allen
My heart is cold and sad; I moan,
Yet care not for my grief;
The summer fervours all are gone;
The roses are but leaf.
"Songs of the Autumn Nights" by George MacDonald
And when he comes like a friendly man
And puts his hand in mine,
The fervour in his voice is not
From love or joy or wine.
"The Robe Of Christ" by Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Gone is the heat and fervour,
our patriot fires are ash
none shatters the sky with shouting
and our deepest thoughts are trash.
"Nation Of The Blind" by Ian Mudie
Yearning with melodious fervour!
Like a beauteous maiden flower,
When the young beloved three paces
Hovers from the bridal bower.
"Daphne" by George Meredith
Now to religion's rites no more
Her heart with ready zeal impelled;
No more with genuine fervour warm,
Her voice the holy anthem swelled.
"Julia, or the Convent of St. Claire" by Amelia Opie
He loved the Plant with a keen delight,
A passionate fervour, strange to see,
Tended it ardently, day and night,
Yet never a flower lit up the tree.
"Story" by Laurence Hope