Idalia: A NovelJ.B. Lippincott, 1900 - 594 pages |
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agony answered arms assassin beauty beneath betrayed bitter blind blood Bosphorus breath broken burnous Capri Carlo of Viana Carpathian chivalry Cistercian dare dark dead death disdain dream Eccellenza Erceldoune evil eyes face fear feet fell felt felucca fire flung flushed gave gaze Giulio Villaflor glance gleam glittering gloom gold grace Greek hand hate head heard heart honor hound hour Idalia Ischia Italy knew laughed liberty light limbs lips living looked maize memory Moldavian Monsignore moorland murmured Naples Neapolitan ness never night once pain passed passion paused peril Phaulcon pity pomegranate rose scarce scorn seemed shadow shame shook shot silence smile solitude sophism soul spoke steel stood stooped strength stretched sweet swept tell thing thought touched truth turned Umbrian uncon uttered Vassalis Venetian vengeance Victor Vane voice waters weary wild woman words
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Page 143 - SLEEP, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings, Sole comforter of minds with grief...
Page 47 - Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
Page 412 - Am so convulsed with hope and fear, Unworthy as it may appear; So bitter is the life I live, That, hear me, Hell ! I now would give To thy most detested spirit My soul, for ever to inherit, To suffer punishment and pine, So this woman may be mine. Hear'st thou, Hell ! dost thou reject it ? My soul is offered ! Demon [unseen].
Page 361 - And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair. And the meal, the rich dates yellowed over with gold dust divine, And the locust-flesh steeped in the pitcher, the full draught of wine, And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. How good is man's life, the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy...
Page 143 - O come, but with that face To inward light which thou art wont to show, With feigned solace ease a true-felt woe ; Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace, Come as thou wilt, and what...
Page 248 - ... was stilled here; love was silenced; the chastened solemnity, the purity of its mysterious divinity, had no affinity with the fevered dreams and sensuous sweetness of mortal desires. . . . The boat paused in the midst of the still violet lakelike water. Where he lay at her feet he looked upwards at her through the ethereal light that floated round them, and seemed to sever them from earth. . . . Would to God I could die now!' This was the Blue Grotto of the last generation. ' When I entered it,'...
Page 354 - Will you go on an errand for me ? You shall have this coin as you start, if you will, and ten like it when you come back and show me the errand is done." The pifferaro stretched out his little tanned hand. " Give it here," he said, laconically. " The errand is done." Erceldoune tossed him the gold. " The errand is this. Do you know Ferratino ? " The boy nodded assent. " Go thither, then ; quick as a lapwing, straight as a crow flies. Run, as if you ran for your life. Take a paper I will give you...
Page 350 - ... buttery; stretching the nets and thrashing the sedges till the frightened fish swam in by the score ; working through hour on hour till the Umbrian brought him his mess of breakfast-soup, and some tough cakes of rye, and sat down beside him under the stunted cypresses, gazing with devouring, delighted eyes at the stores of food laid upon the banks. " Thanks, father ; but that is a poor breakfast for either of us. See here ; I have done better than you...
Page 410 - He spoke from his inmost soul — spoke with that vivid, simple eloquence which came to him in moments of intense feeling; and it stirred her heart as none had ever stirred it; no qualities could have won the reverence of her wayward, dominant, and world-worn nature, as it was won by his chivalrous dignity of faith, his absolute refusal of the ignoble shame of suspicion. It broke down her force; it moved her to a sudden sweetness and warmth of utterance that he had not heard since that moment when...
Page 23 - ... liberty of his nature revolted as from a galley-slave's fetters. In Erceldoune's creed a landless gentleman was worthy of his blood so long as he was free — no longer. Therefore he entered the messenger service ; and, on the whole, the life, which he had now led for about a score of years, suited him as well as any, save a soldier's, could have done ; the constant travel, the hard riding, the frequent peril, the life of cities alternating with the life of adventure — these were to his taste....