He was always finding out how a little thought for others can save them much needless labour.
"To My Younger Brethren" by Handley C. G. Moule
Father was a day labourer; he had never saved a sixpence.
"Taking Tales" by W.H.G. Kingston
What he had always to fight against was an inclination towards luxury and labour-saving convenience.
"Kiddie the Scout" by Robert Leighton
Every day he worked for a few hours at least, while I acted as amanuensis in order to save him the physical labour of writing.
"The Life of Mrs. Robert Louis Stevenson" by Nellie Van de Grift Sanchez
But Infallibility is saved all this labour.
"Pilgrimage from the Alps to the Tiber" by James Aitken Wylie
Here we must again observe, that judgment saved the labour of memory.
"Practical Education, Volume II" by Maria Edgeworth
There were no labour-saving devices in the palace.
"The Island Mystery" by George A. Birmingham
What store of labour on the part of judges, jailors, and policemen, must be saved by even a few of such employers.
"The Claims of Labour an essay on the duties of the employers to the employed" by Arthur Helps
It was in this period also that the first signs appear of improved farm implements and labour-saving machinery.
"History of Farming in Ontario" by C. C. James
It was not for wages only that he laboured, but to save men's lives.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 13 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
In labour-saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.
"Slough" by Sir John Betjeman
Those we, as necessary works, admit,
Which none could at another time require —
Such as to save a beast, fall'n to a pit,
A wife in labour, or a house on fire.
"Concerning The Sabbath" by Rees Prichard
O troubled, weak, and coward, as thou art,
Without thy poor advice the labouring heart
To worse extremes with swifter steps would run,
Not saved by virtue, yet vice undone.
"Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Pleasure. Book II." by Matthew Prior
There's many a bloom I must always crave,
There are blooms I could steal from my neighbours,
Yet yours are the lives that I'd struggle to save,
Did flow'rs all depend on my labours.
"Pansy Song" by John Joy Bell
I am in thee to save thee,
As my soul in thee saith;
Give thou as I gave thee,
Thy life-blood and breath,
Green leaves of thy labour, white flowers of thy thought, and red fruit of thy death.
"Hertha" by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Tame the fierce grief, and stem the rising sigh,
And curb rebellious passion with reply;
Calmly to dwell on all that pleas'd before,
And yet to know that all shall please no more,
Oh! glorious labour of the soul, to save
"The Village (book 2)" by George Crabbe