Mortals
[mɔ:təlz]
Examples
- Be the First Born gods or mortals, they are a powerful race, and we are as fast in their clutches as though we were already dead. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- Marie was one of those unfortunately constituted mortals, in whose eyes whatever is lost and gone assumes a value which it never had in possession. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I think it is deemed good that you two should live in peace and be happy--not as angels, but as few are happy amongst mortals. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbor's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Ice, I say, doesn't, and it is rather lucky for us mortals, for if it had done so, we would all be dead. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- Well, I can only say that if they'd been mortals and had to wear corsets, it would have been better for them. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- He has not been the happiest of mortals since last we met him. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Mr. Pickwick, it is quite unnecessary to say, was one of the most modest and delicate-minded of mortals. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- The track of the doomed men through the ranks of their fellow mortals was obliterated. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- But in this doubtful stage of Lydgate's introduction he was helped by what we mortals rashly call good fortune. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I sat for hours cross-legged, and cross-tempered, upon my silks meditating upon the queer freaks chance plays upon us poor devils of mortals. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
- Hence, ye mortals! Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- That is my least concern: I am, by a course of strange events, become the most miserable of mortals. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- They have a peculiar and mysterious power of skimming out of rooms, which other mortals possess not. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Let the high Muse chant loves Olympian: We are but mortals, and must sing of man. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- How merciless he is to us weak mortals, Mr. Archer! Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
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