United States or Western Sahara ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Your rank, your millions, your guardian! The Count Villa Rocca, my enemy!" he hoarsely whispers. The clinging beauty hands him the ribbon from her throat. "Claim me with this!" she cries as his arms enfold her. The dream of young love; first love; true love. Every obstacle fades away: Lagunitas' millions; proud guardian; scheming duenna; watchful Villa Rocca.
Was it possible that such a woman as she, pure of soul and upright in heart, should fall, dragged astray by passion, and yet nothing ever appear afterward of her remorse and the stings of a troubled conscience? Ah, but remorse must have tortured her, long ago in the earlier days, and then have faded out, as everything fades.
"Ungrateful! Do you reproach me for the evidences of my love? Can you think that, even if unstung by the jealousy which attends upon love till it fades away in blissful trust when we know that the heart we have wooed is won, I could be indifferent to the perils to which the audacious overtures of that silly little child might expose you?" "Hold!
It was built for its place in the far-off sky; approach it, and the glory of its aspect fades into blanched fearfulness; its purple walls are rent into grisly rocks, its silver fretwork saddened into wasting snow; the stormbrands of ages are on its breast, the ashes of its own ruin lie solemnly on its white raiment! Felix, in rambling about the fields, you will frequently be reminded of this.
These stand upright, under great parasols decorated with big black letters and daubed over with clouds of varied and startling colors. We move slowly out of the wide green bay. The groups of women grow smaller in the distance. The country of round umbrellas with a thousand ribs fades gradually from our sight.
She led her aunt up to the glass, and said: "Look at yourself." Mme. Fauvel was indeed a mere shadow of her former self. She had reached the perfidious age when a woman's beauty, like a full-blown rose, fades in a day. Four months of trouble had made her an old woman. Sorrow had stamped its fatal seal upon her brow.
A slinky man comes up at his elbow and starts to talk out of the side of his mouth. "Say, mister " "Oh, go to hell!" and the man fades away again, without even looking startled, to mutter "Well, you needn' be so damn peeved about it I'll say you needn' be so damn peeved whatcha think you are, anyhow Marathon Mike?" as Oliver's feet take Oliver swiftly away from him. Nancy.
He is generally a Doosadh, or other low caste man, and perambulates the village at night, at intervals uttering a loud cry or a fierce howl, which is caught up and echoed by all the chowkeydars of the neighbouring villages. It is a weird, strange sound, cry after cry echoing far away, distance beyond distance, till it fades into faintness.
And then we make further discoveries; that when we have seemed to ourselves most impressive, we have only been pretentious; that riches are only a talisman against poverty, and even make suffering and pain and grief more unendurable; that beauty fades into stolidity or weariness; that influence comes mostly to people who do not pursue it, and that the best kind of influence belongs to those who do not even know that they possess it; that admiration is but a brilliant husk, which may or may not contain a wholesome kernel; and as for envy, there is poison in that cup!
Slowly the red light fades; "Go, tell Fricka I have sent you," Wotan says bitterly, and at his nod Hunding falls dead; Brünnhilda has run round, picked up the shards of the Sword, and, gathering Sieglinda in her arms, rushed away.
Word Of The Day