The Art of DescriptionF.S. Crofts & Company, 1925 - 438 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Amy Lowell artist beauty birds blue bright brown character child Christopher Morley clouds color Company dark delight describe door earth eyes face faint feel feet figure fire flowers garden George Eliot giant armadillo golden grass Greek green hair Hamlin Garland hand head heaven hills horizon human John Gould Fletcher Joseph Conrad lady Lafcadio Hearn light live Logan Pearsall Smith look Maurice Thompson mind morning moving muscadine mysterious never night odor Odysseus once painted pale passed permission picture publishers purple rain rising river roar Robert Louis Stevenson roof round scene seemed seen sense shadows side sight smell smoke soul sound standing staring Stevenson stone stood strange street sweet sweet-gum taste things tion trees turned Upton Sinclair voice walk walls watch waves wild wind wood words writing yellow
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Página 220 - ... grapes and pomegranates, and birds clinging and fluttering among the branches, all twined together into an endless network of buds and plumes; and, in the midst of it, the solemn forms of angels, sceptred and robed to the feet, and leaning to each other across the gates, their figures indistinct among the gleaming of the golden ground through the leaves beside them, interrupted and dim, like the morning light as it faded back among the branches of Eden, when first its gates were angel-guarded...
Página 357 - My stool was such a tower of observation, that as I watched him reading on again, after this rapturous exclamation, and following up the lines with his fore-finger, I observed that his nostrils which were thin and pointed, with sharp dints in them, had a singular and most uncomfortable way of expanding and contracting themselves ; that they seemed to twinkle instead of his eyes, which hardly ever twinkled at all. " I suppose you are quite a great lawyer ? " I said, after looking at him for some time.
Página 301 - 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 294 - 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 289 - ... 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 207 - 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 373 - 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.
Página 37 - His visage drawn he felt to sharp and spare ; His arms clung to his ribs : his legs entwining Each other, till supplanted down he fell A monstrous serpent on his belly prone...