 ... were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full, and so they might be for a goddess in marble, but not for a woman whose eyes were fire, whose look was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape...  The New England Magazine - Page 1711906Full view - About this book
 | Lorettus Sutton Metcalf, Walter Hines Page, Joseph Mayer Rice, Frederic Taber Cooper, Arthur Hooley, George Henry Payne, Henry Goddard Leach - 1900 - 778 pages
...whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself upon the ground was firm but flexible, and whose motion, whether rapid or slow, was always perfect grace — agi le as a nymph, lofty as a queen — now melting, now imperious, now sarcastic — there was... | |
 | David Hannay - 1887 - 190 pages
...perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground was firm and flexible, and whose motion, whether rapid or slow,...sarcastic — there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful." But such scenes are rare. It would be easy to make a goodly list of masters in romance,... | |
 | David Hannay - 1887 - 202 pages
...prosaically pr-;ir-*. liitened wirh ir~- — ;,, /', -.2 " r_- - ' ,-- , .\^Q— n*. -* c -*ij^ — -f whose motion, whether rapid or slow, was always perfect...sarcastic — there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful." But such scenes are rare. It would be easy to make a goodly list of masters in romance,... | |
 | Henry T. Finck - 1887 - 650 pages
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest love-song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...motion, whether rapid or slow, was always perfect grace,—agile as a nymph, lofty as a queen—now melting, now imperious, now sarcastic—there was... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1889 - 524 pages
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...sarcastic — there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers a paragon. So she... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1891 - 466 pages
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...sarcastic — there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers a paragon. So she... | |
 | Henry Esmond - 1892 - 460 pages
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the>...perfect grace — agile as a nymph, lofty as a queen — iow melting, now imperious, now sarcastic — there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful.... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 630 pages
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...sarcastic, — there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers a paragon. So she... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, George Henry Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - 1897 - 684 pages
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...sarcastic, — there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers a paragon. So she... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1898 - 350 pages
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...sarcastic — there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers a paragon. 'N'est-ce... | |
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