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Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. But in his presence a wall of diffidence and timidity encompassed her. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone." Man is a peculiar animal.
Oh, tell me Why come they not, and from their beaming eyes Speak comfort to my soul? For here environed I stand amid the desert's raging brood, Or monsters of the deep! DIEGO. She opes her eyes! She moves! She lives! ISABELLA. She lives! On me be thrown Her earliest glance! DIEGO. See! They are closed again She shudders! Quick! Retire your aspect frights her. RORER. Well pleased I shun her sight.
The breeze was molding her dress upon her rounded form till she seemed like the statue of a goddess a goddess of freedom, loveliness, and joy, sculptured in the living flesh a figure vibrant with glowing health and youth, startlingly set in the desert's gray austerity.
The earthly hope men set their hearts upon Turns ashes, or it prospers and anon Like snow upon the desert's arid face, Cooling a little hour or two is gone! It is a great mistake for us to mistake ourselves for the President of the company. Let us do our little bit with cheerfulness and not take the responsibility that belongs to God.
The desert's edge is a raised plateau of over 2000 feet above the sea-level the boiling point of water being 208 degrees = 2049 feet and being about 350 miles in a straight line from where the Ashburton debouches into the sea.
The picture was intrinsically lovely even without that haunting sense of the desert's significance that made Diana's work doubly intriguing. Enoch's depression dropped from him as if it had never been. "Oh, my dearest!" he murmured, "you did not forget, did you! It is your very self you have sent me, your own whimsical joyousness!" Jonas tapped softly on the door. "Come in, Jonas! Isn't it fine!
Jim did not answer, but he did not remove his hand from Williams' knee, and finally Williams laid a hard palm on it. They watched the sun rise. The rain had ceased. Far to the east where the little camp lay, crimson spokes shot to the zenith. Suddenly the sun rolled above the desert's brim and leading straight and level to its scarlet center lay the road that Jim was building.
For a great longing comes on me here in London to see once more that white and beautiful city, and yet I dare not, for I know not the danger I should have to face, whether I should risk the fury of unknown dreadful gods, or some disease unspeakable and slow, or the desert's curse or torture in some little private room of the Emperor Thuba Mleen, or something that the travelers have not told perhaps more fearful still.
Sitting on a mountainside one afternoon, Rhoda watched a rain-storm sweep across the ranges, across the desert, to the far-lying mesas. Normally odorless, the desert, after the rain, emitted a faint, ineffable odor that teased the girl's fancy as if she verged on the secret of the desert's beauty. Exquisite violet mists rolled back to the mountains.
It is an almost universal fallacy to blame the desert for this state of affairs; to insinuate, for example, that even as it disintegrates the mountains into sand, so it decomposes the intellectual fabric of mankind, his synthesizing faculty, into its primordial elements of ecstasy and emotionalism. This is merely reaction: the desert's revenge.
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