Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 27, 2025
"I am quite sure he speaks the truth," Artois said, in French. "Why do you come here?" asked the Marchesino. "Signore, I come to fish." "For cigarettes?" "No, Signore, for sarde. Buona notte, Signore." He turned away from them with decision, and went back to his boat. "He is a Sicilian," said Artois. "I would swear to it." "Why? Hark at his accent." "He is a Sicilian!" "But why are you so sure?"
"Si, signore non dubiti!" Delarey climbed up on to the mountainous bed. "Buona notte, Maddalena!" he said, smiling at her from the pillow like a boy. "Buon riposo, signorino!" That was the last thing he heard. The last thing he saw was the dark, eager face of the girl lit up by the candle-flame watching him from the farther room.
I should never have thought of mentioning it to you, but for thinking that it would be a real kindness to Ludovico to put a stop to it." "Thanks, Signor Conte. A rivederla!" said the Marchese, rising. "Felicissima notte, Signor Marchese," returned Leandro, rising also, and bowing to his companion. St. Apollinare in Classe
Opie, in his lectures, speaking of this work, justly observes, "In the Nótte, where the light diffused over the piece emanates from the child, he has embodied a thought at once beautiful, picturesque, and sublime; an idea which has been seized upon with such avidity, and produced so many imitations that no one is accused of plagiarism.
He himself took post with one column of his army at Voltri, a town within ten miles of Genoa: he placed D'Argenteau with another Austrian column at Monte Notte, a strong height further to the westward; and the Sardinians, under Colli, occupied Ceva which thus formed the extreme right of the whole line of the allied army.
His grave is simply marked with his name and the date of his death. Some of his oil-paintings are very famous. One at Dresden, representing the "Nativity of the Saviour," is called the "Notte," or night, because the only light on the picture comes from the halo of glory around the head of the Holy Child.
I walked the deck till past midnight, watching the moon as she rode high amid the scud overhead, and the beacon-lights of the island of Elba, as they gleamed full and bright astern. "What of the night?" I asked the helmsman. "Buono notte, Signore," was the reply. I descended to my berth. I awoke at four of the morning, and found the steamer labouring in a rolling sea.
He was, of course, unaware of the cock-and-bull story which his strange chauffeur had told, and feared that at any moment he might find himself under arrest. While the door remained open there was danger. At last, however, the man reclosed it. Hugh's heart gave a great bound. The chauffeur had restarted the engine, and mounting to the wheel shouted a merry: "Buona notte, signori!"
"We understand! Or shall I?" A laughing look came into her face. She went up to the boy and, with a delicious, childish charm and delicacy, that quite removed the action from impertinence, she took his cap off. "There!" She put it gently back on his dark hair. "Now you've been polite to us. Buona notte!" "Buona notte, Signorina."
Then recollecting himself: "If that be so," said he, "you had best, yourself, enrol it. Felicissima notte!" And he waved him a farewell across the table. Here was a poser for Gonzaga. How was he to go about such a business as that? It was beyond his powers. Thus much he protested frankly. "Now attend to me, young sir," was the other's answer.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking