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Equality free and flying, equality rushing over hill and dale, equality charging the world that was the meaning of those military furrows, military in their identity, military in their energy. They sculptured hill and dale with strong curves merely because they did not mean to curve at all. They made the strong lines of landscape with their stiffly driven swords of the soil.
Grimly he fought it down, knowing it was a sign of weakness that would do him no good in the interview which lay ahead. "So you're Kennon," Alexander said. His lingua franca was clean and accentless. "I expected someone older." "Frankly, sir, so did I," Kennon replied. Alexander smiled, an oddly pleasant smile that transformed the hard straight lines in his face into friendly curves.
At the time of high spring tides, in March and at the end of September, the water flows in oily curves or splashes muddily against the very thresholds of the cottages. It penetrates the brine-soaked soil and wells turn brackish. It wanders far inland through winding straits.
Standing on his head there, he galloped backwards, forwards, and sideways in all sorts of extraordinary curves and ups and downs, his feet meanwhile playing trochees, dactyls, pyrrhics, &c., in the air.
As Zura continued her wild exaggerations a look of horror covered Miss Gray's face. "Oh! Zury!" she cried. "Surely those ladies had on part of a dress." "No! angel child, not even a symptom. Daddy didn't want to paint their clothes. He wanted to copy the curves that grew on the people." Jane covered her eyes and spoke in a voice filled with trouble. "Dearie!
He shivered as the cold wind sweeping the curves of the river struck him; but when an unusually heavy gust dropped the ice and snow from a branch above him on the back of his head, he laughed, as he ducked and cried: "Kape your snowballing till the Fourth of July, will you!" "Chick-a-dee-dee-dee!" remarked a tiny gray bird on the tree above him. Jimmy glanced up.
Gems of rhythmical verse, such as Poe's "Bells," "The Raven," Whistler's "Symphonies in Color," nameless forms in statuary, expressionless save in the mere beauty of their proportions and curves, and, as has been stated, nearly the entire field of instrumental music, are cases in point.
It was a slit of blood. It looked more like a wound than anything else I ever saw. The slit of blood grew larger and larger in the slate-black clouds. Then suddenly all over the horizon these wounds began to break through the mass of black clouds. Some of these slits were horizontal slits, and some of them ran in graceful curves.
Gradually, under the new regime, architecture became more simple; broken scrolls are replaced by straight lines, curves and arches only occur when justifiable, and columns and pilasters reappear in the ornamental façades of public buildings.
Thus the Progress which Herder sees is, to use his own geometrical illustration, a sequence of unequal and broken curves, corresponding to different maxima and minima. The power of ideas in history, which Herder failed to appreciate, was recognised by a contemporary savant from whom he might have learned.
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