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More "Soft on" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Boldrick's pal from Danger Mountain." Roscoe held out his hand, and the man took it, saying: "You're The Padre, I suppose, and Phil was soft on you. Didn't turn religious, did he? He always had a streak of God A'mighty in him; a kind of give-away-the-top-of-your-head chap; friend o' the widow and the orphan, and divvy to his last crust with a pal. I got your letter, and come over here straight to see that he's been tombed accordin' ...
— The Judgment House • Gilbert Parker
... they got down into the valley. The snow was beginning to be soft on the surface, and the horses were tired out. They therefore halted, made a fire with two or three of the logs they had brought with them for the purpose, boiled water and had breakfast, and gave half a bucket of gruel ...
— In The Heart Of The Rockies • G. A. Henty
... in surprise, "do you select sentry duty when you might sleep soft on the sand? Must I send you another blanket to woo ...
— The Flute of the Gods • Marah Ellis Ryan
... and ten, We were a gallant company, Riding o'er land, and sailing o'er sea. Oh! but we went merrily! We forded the river, and clomb the high hill, Never our steeds for a day stood still; Whether we lay in the cave or the shed, Our sleep fell soft on the hardest bed; Whether we couch'd in our rough capote, On the rougher plank of our gliding boat, Or stretch'd on the beach, or our saddles spread As a pillow beneath the resting head, Fresh we woke upon the morrow: All our ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. III - With His Letters and Journals • Thomas Moore
... themselves against my fingers, So that I can hardly weave the garland For your hair? Why do they shriek your name And spit at me When I would cluster them? Must I kill them To make them lie still, And send you a wreath of lolling corpses To turn putrid and soft On ...
— Some Imagist Poets - An Anthology • Richard Aldington
... the time ever comes when you go so soft on me as to quit laying it on the line and start sifting out your language...." Garlock paused. For one of the very few times in his life, he was at a loss for words. He thrust his hands into his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, I don't want to ...
— The Galaxy Primes • Edward Elmer Smith
... clinging vine About the wedded tree, Clasp thou thine arms, ah, mistress mine! About the heart of me. Or seem to sleep, and stoop your face Soft on my sleeping eyes, Breathe in your life, your heart, your grace, Through me, in kissing wise. Bow down, bow down your face, I pray, To me, that swoon to death, Breathe back the life you kissed away, Breathe back your kissing breath. ...
— Ballads and Lyrics of Old France: with other Poems • Andrew Lang
... was gone, Thus faint exclaim'd,—"thy Will be done, "Lord, let thy anger cease." Soft on the wind was borne the pray'r; The spectres vanish'd into air, And all was hush'd ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis
... am, though! I put it all down to my unselfish love for Martin. It would be such a blow to him—disturbing his plans, upsetting everything, perhaps causing him to postpone his Expedition, or even to abandon it altogether. "Let the truth fall soft on him. He'll see it soon enough. ...
— The Woman Thou Gavest Me - Being the Story of Mary O'Neill • Hall Caine
... in my case, some sixty years or mo' ago," said old Adam. "Thar was two of us arter Minnie—for the matter of that, it never entered my head to court her till I saw that Jacob Halloween—yo' grandpa, Jim—had begun to git soft on her. It's safer to trust another man's jedgment than yo' own I said to myself, an' I started into the race. Well, Jacob was the pious, churchgoin' sort that she liked—but he would chaw in season ...
— The Miller Of Old Church • Ellen Glasgow
... dwelt wide on the blackness (was it trees? or a shadowy passion the pain of an old-world longing that it sobb'd, that it swell'd, that it shrank?) —the gloom of the forest blurr'd soft on the skirt of the night-skies that ...
— An Anthology of Australian Verse • Bertram Stevens
... "Soft on the fell A shield-may sleepeth The lime-trees' red plague Playing about her: The sleep-thorn set Odin Into that maiden For her choosing in war The ...
— The Story of the Volsungs, (Volsunga Saga) - With Excerpts from the Poetic Edda • Anonymous
... Soft on the sunset sky Bright daylight closes, Leaving, when light doth die, Pale hues that ...
— St. Nicholas, Vol. 5, No. 2, December, 1877 • Various
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