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The "lower city," which is the busier of the two, lies on the opposite bank; and on its outskirts, in a little garden-close, almost surrounded by the fields, is the Cathedral, solitary, lonely, and old.
Nor yet do I recognize him for the master of one of those rustic farmsteads whose garden-close, sloping to the hill-side beneath the vines, is guarded by a Priapus hewn out of a stump of beech. What would he among us, if he is neither goat-herd, nor neat-herd, nor gardener?
And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing at meals and a general feeling of insecurity and futility." Mr. Manning relinquished his cup, and looked meaningly at Ann Veronica. "There," he said, "you don't treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. My garden-close would be a better thing than that." Part 1
I was sitting once in a garden-close watching a curious act proceeding, which I did not quite understand. It looked like a religious ceremony; a man in embroidered robes was being conducted by some boys in white dresses through the long cloister, carrying something carefully wrapped up in his arms, and I heard what sounded like an antique hymn of a fine stiff melody, rapidly sung.
But this isn't that sort of thing; this is just a great, ugly, endless wilderness of selfish, sweating, vulgar competition!" "That you want to keep me out of?" "Exactly!" said Mr. Manning. "In a sort of beautiful garden-close wearing lovely dresses and picking beautiful flowers?" "Ah! If one could!" "While those other girls trudge to business and those other women let lodgings.
Morris is always happy with his Nymphs and Nereids: "I know a little garden-close Set thick with lily and with rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering.
In the few seconds we spent below that deserted house in the little trampled garden-close, under the rain of bullets that was falling around us, one dread oppressed us, and lay so heavy on our hearts that it made us dumb and incapable of exchanging our thoughts, or, rather, the one thought that haunted us all. "What has become of the second squadron?
This is kind of between." "Oh!" he said; and she was sure, from that short single exclamation, he understood everything. "Like all true beauty," he added, "it's plain that you are durable." "I don't like the seashore," she went on easily; "I'd rather be in a garden with piles of flowers and a big hedge." "Have you ever lived in a garden-close?" "No," she admitted; "it's just an idea.
With a richness of phrase that recalls the Song of Solomon, the verses clash and swing: Open your bars, O gates! the bride is at hand! Lo, how the torches shake out their splendid tresses!... Even so in a rich lord's garden-close might stand a hyacinth-flower. Lo, the torches shake out their golden tresses; go forth, O bride! Day wanes; go forth, O bride!
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