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The climax of the splendid and distinctively Titianesque colour-harmony is the agitated crimson garment of the brown-limbed dancer who, facing his white-robed partner, turns his back to the spectator. This has the strongly marked yellowish lights that we find again in the streaming robe of Bacchus in the National Gallery picture, and yet again in the garment of Nicodemus in the Entombment.
The needle-matted carpet under the pines vied with the long lanes of silvery grass, alike enticing to the eye of man and beast. Sunny rays of light, flecked with dust and flying insects, slanted down from the overhanging brown-limbed, green-massed foliage. Roar of wind in the distant forest alternated with soft breeze close at hand.
The gaze, exhausted with immensity, pierces those deeply cloven valleys, sheltered from wind and open to the sun undulating folds of brown earth, where Bacchus, when he visited Tuscany, found the grape-juice that pleased him best, and crowned the wine of Montepulciano king. Here from our eyrie we can trace white oxen on the furrows, guided by brown-limbed, white-shirted contadini.
England's placid and fat and bountiful, but all this throbbing emptiness !" "Tell me your English scene," he said. Something in Millicent's eyes drove him into speech. He, too, knew the throbbing silence, the solitude that thunders, the emptiness that is full of passion. "Well, first look at that tent and at those lazy, straight, brown-limbed women they are just a bit of nature.
Since Burns would not assist, the difficulty of the children now arose. This, however, was soon settled. They should go along. It was two hours' toil for the mother to turn the four brown-limbed, nearly naked, dirty, happy towsle-tops into four little martyrs, befrocked, beribboned, becombed and be-booted. Then they all straggled across the field, Mrs.
The rasping street-organ, perchance, brought to her melodious reminiscences of some flute-playing Savoyard boy, brown-limbed and dark of hair. For several minutes Reginald Clarke followed with keen delight each delicate curve her graceful limbs described. Then was it that she grew tired, or that the stranger's persistent scrutiny embarrassed her? the music oozed out of her movements.
They carry me back to my own dear homeland. It thrills me with joy to see the whiteness." But the Yankee boy said: "Why, it's just snowing." The Fairy Lamps There was once a little barelegged, brown-limbed boy who spent all his time in the woods. He loved the woods and all that was in them.
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