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S. Low, Marston, 1893 - Best books - 144 pages

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Page 53 - The mouth seemed formed less to speak than to quiver, less to quiver than to kiss. Some might have added, less to kiss than to curl. Viewed sideways, the closingline of her lips formed, with almost geometric precision, the curve so well known in the arts of design as the cimarecta, or ogee.
Page 45 - The illustrations of this volume . . . . are of quite sterling and admirable art, of a class precisely parallel in elevation to the character of the tales which they illustrate; and the original etchings, as I have before said in the Appendix to my ' Elements of Drawing,' were unrivalled^ in masterfulness of touch since Rembrandt (in some qualities of delineation, unrivalled even by him).
Page 53 - Her presence brought memories of such things as Bourbon roses, rubies, and tropical midnights; her moods recalled lotus-eaters and the march in "Athalie;" her motions, the ebb and flow of the sea; her voice, the viola.
Page 4 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
Page 53 - One had fancied that such lip-curves were mostly lurking underground in the South as fragments of forgotten marbles. So fine were the lines of her lips, that, though full, each corner of her mouth was as clearly cut as the point of a spear. This keenness of corner was only blunted when she was given over to sudden fits of gloom, one of the phases of the night-side of sentiment which she knew too well for her years. Her presence brought memories of such things as Bourbon roses...
Page 18 - Yarrow fields, may never, never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover ! For there was basely slain my love — My love as he had not been a lover. "The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest— 'twas my...
Page 52 - If her earthly career had taught her few book philosophies it had at least well practised her in this. Yet her experience had consisted less in a series of pure disappointments than in a series of substitutions. Continually it had happened that what she had desired had not been granted her, and that what had been granted her she had not desired.
Page 102 - Talleyrand was born lame, and his limbs are fastened to his trunk by an iron apparatus, on which he strikes ever and anon his gigantic cane, to the great dismay of those who see him for the first time ; an awe...
Page 69 - Farewell, farewell, thou swift and lovely spirit, Thou splendid warrior with the world at odds, Unpraised, unpraisable, beyond thy merit ; Chased, like Orestes, by the Furies' rods, Like him at length thy peace dost thou inherit ! Beholding whom, men think how fairer far Than all the steadfast stars the wandering star I

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