The Art of DescriptionF.S. Crofts & Company, 1925 - 438 páginas |
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... head ; and , if un- satisfied with that , he has the world's six thousand years to de- pasture his gay or serious humor upon . I idle away my time here , and I am finding new subjects every hour . Everything I see or hear is an essay in ...
... head ; and , if un- satisfied with that , he has the world's six thousand years to de- pasture his gay or serious humor upon . I idle away my time here , and I am finding new subjects every hour . Everything I see or hear is an essay in ...
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... head of St. John and aureoles him in light . It leaps into the night , and hisses against the rain . . . . Quivering , spearing , thrusting , lapping , streaming , run the flames . . . . The fire dances , lances itself through the doors ...
... head of St. John and aureoles him in light . It leaps into the night , and hisses against the rain . . . . Quivering , spearing , thrusting , lapping , streaming , run the flames . . . . The fire dances , lances itself through the doors ...
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... head each time its tormentor rushed down at it , after which it would tear its prey again in its uncomfortable manner . Further away , in the depression running along at the foot of the hill , meandered a small stream so filled with ...
... head each time its tormentor rushed down at it , after which it would tear its prey again in its uncomfortable manner . Further away , in the depression running along at the foot of the hill , meandered a small stream so filled with ...
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... head upon a Chinese vase - has indeed squinted at it through a lorgnette against a fleck — and now lolls home to dinner . Or style has veered an inch , and it has been a day of fitting . At restaurant windows one may see the feeding of ...
... head upon a Chinese vase - has indeed squinted at it through a lorgnette against a fleck — and now lolls home to dinner . Or style has veered an inch , and it has been a day of fitting . At restaurant windows one may see the feeding of ...
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... heads of casks and dipping out of brine still other kinds of fish for inspection . . . . • .. So , by stages , on up to turn into North Moore Street , looking down a narrow lane between two long bristling rows of wagons pointed out from ...
... heads of casks and dipping out of brine still other kinds of fish for inspection . . . . • .. So , by stages , on up to turn into North Moore Street , looking down a narrow lane between two long bristling rows of wagons pointed out from ...
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Página 304 - ... which she sits; like the vampire, she has been dead many times, and learned the secrets of the grave; and has been a diver in deep seas, and keeps their fallen day about her; and trafficked for strange webs with Eastern merchants, and as Leda, was the mother of Helen of Troy, and, as Saint Anne, the mother of Mary; and all this has been to her but as the sound of lyres and flutes, and lives only in the delicacy with which it has moulded the changing lineaments, and tinged the eyelids and the...
Página 304 - Hers is the head upon which all 'the ends of the world are come,' and the eyelids are a little weary. It is a beauty wrought out from within upon the flesh, the deposit, little cell by cell, of strange thoughts and fantastic reveries and exquisite passions. Set it for a moment...
Página 303 - To me it is a most touching face ; perhaps of all faces that I know, the most so. Lonely there, painted as on vacancy, with the simple laurel wound round it; the deathless sorrow and pain, the known victory which is also deathless...
Página 355 - A wave of movement passed through the crowd from end to end, passed along the heads, swayed the bodies, ran along the jetty like a ripple on the water, like a breath of wind on a field— and all was still again. I see it now— the wide sweep of the bay, the glittering sands, the wealth of green infinite...
Página 296 - EUSTACIA VYE was the raw material of a divinity. On Olympus she would have done well with a little preparation. She had the passions and instincts which make a model goddess, that is, those which make not quite a model woman. Had it been possible for the earth and mankind to be entirely in her grasp for a while, had she handled the distaff, the spindle, and the shears at her own free will, few in the world would have noticed the change of government.
Página 291 - ... still swimming painfully in seas of manifold physical and other bewilderment. Brow and head were round, and of massive weight, but the face was flabby and irresolute. The deep eyes, of a light hazel, were as full of sorrow as of inspiration; confused pain looked mildly from them, as in a kind of mild astonishment.
Página 209 - Between that grim cathedral of England and this, what an interval! There is a type of it in the very birds that haunt them; for, instead of the restless crowd, hoarse-voiced and sable-winged, drifting on the bleak upper air, the St. Mark's porches are full of doves, that nestle among the marble foliage, and mingle the soft iridescence of their living plumes, changing at every motion, with the tints, hardly less lovely, that have stood unchanged for seven hundred years.
Página 145 - ... of their silent domes flushing that heaven about them and above them, piercing with purer light through its purple lines of lifted cloud, casting a new glory on every wreath as it passes by, until the whole heaven, one scarlet canopy, is interwoven with a roof of waving flame, and tossing, vault beyond vault, as with the drifted wings of many companies of angels : and * Vignette to Campbell's Last Man.
Página 145 - ... brighter, brighter yet, till the large white circle of the slow moon is lifted up among the barred clouds, step by step, line by line; star after star she quenches with her kindling light, setting in their stead an army of pale, penetrable fleecy wreaths in the heaven, to give light upon the earth, which move together hand in hand, company by company, troop by troop, so measured in their unity of motion that the whole heaven seems to roll with them, and the earth to reel under them.
Página 375 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.