Laurence, and Clara, and Charley, and little Alice had been attracted to other objects for two or three months past
. They had sported in the gladsome sunshine of the present, and so had forgotten the shadowy region of the past
, in the midst of which stood Grandfather's chair.
"Forty-seven minutes past
ten!" murmured the captain.
Let us not sit with folded hands, gazing upon the past
as if it were the building; it is but the foundation.
They had hardly ridden up a hill, past
a tavern, before they saw a group of horsemen coming toward them.
You have treasured up all that time has rendered worthless--the principles, feelings, manners, modes of being and acting, which another generation has flung aside--and you are a symbol of the past
. And I, and these around me--we represent a new race of men--living no longer in the past
, scarcely in the present--but projecting our lives forward into the future.
Mentally surrounded with that past
again, Bulstrode had the same pleas--indeed, the years had been perpetually spinning them into intricate thickness, like masses of spider-web, padding the moral sensibility; nay, as age made egoism more eager but less enjoying, his soul had become more saturated with the belief that he did everything for God's sake, being indifferent to it for his own.
"Gad," said Sancho, "I would not give a farthing to be told what's past
with me, for who knows that better than I do myself?
But Communism abolishes eternal truths, it abolishes all religion, and all morality, instead of constituting them on a new basis; it therefore acts in contradiction to all past
About the walled city the red man saw a huge encampment of the green warriors of the dead sea-bottoms, and as he let his eyes rove carefully over the city he realized that here was no deserted metropolis of a dead past
The bridge would be there in part, at least, and so would remain the walls of many of the great edifices of the past
. There would be no such complete ruin of large structures as I had seen among the smaller buildings.
We shot past
the long lines of loaded barges as though they were stationary.
The wasted arms told their sad story of the past
, as she turned up the sleeves of the poor plain dress that she wore for safety's sake; but the unquenchable spirit of the woman burnt bright in her even yet.