We are slaves to the dead and buried.

I could well wish I had been born in your humbler but in truth less contracted sphere.

Certain roles are not open to you, to be sure; but your life in the open air, following your sheep, and dreaming all things beautiful and grand in the world beyond you, is entrancing.

It is the life to make a poet!" "Or a king!" thought Donal.

"But the earl would have made a discontented shepherd!" The man who is not content where he is, would never have been content somewhere else, though he might have complained less.
"Take another glass of wine, Mr.Grant," said his lordship, filling his own from the other decanter.