United States or Greece ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Delicacy of fancy, a freedom from any touch of impurity, a beauty as of "dew-sweet moon-flowers glimmering white through the mirk of a dust laden with sea-mist," are the qualities of Fiona Macleod's best verse. John Masefield.
For four sun-bright days and dew-sweet nights they had found themselves sole possessors of a bay so lovely that it seemed to have emerged bodily from a green and opal dream. "'Friendly Bay, they calls it," a genial deckhand told them, grinning. "But you folks will be the only friends anywheres about.
Together the two girls hurried out into the dew-sweet garden. As they went, Mary spoke in gusty sentences. "I don't care what you do." They were close to the library window now. Desire looked in. She looked so long and stood so still that Mary had time to get back a little of her breath and something of her common sense. An instinct which her selfish life had pretty well buried began to stir.
She was round and slender, and her neck was tall and round, and in the close fashion of dress which women of late have devised, to remind man once more of the ancient Garden, she seemed to me Eve herself, sweet, virginal, as yet in a garden dew-sweet in the morning of the world. She turned, I say, and by mere chance and in great surprise, discovered me, now cap in hand, and bowing.
Word Of The Day