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Updated: May 20, 2025
He there found an atmosphere of heated excitement in which his political feverishness could pulsate freely.
He added, that, in accordance with Oriental practice, he had named his diamond by the fanciful title of "The Eye of Morning." While Simon was relating this to me, I regarded the great diamond attentively. Never had I beheld anything so beautiful. All the glories of light, ever imagined or described, seemed to pulsate in its crystalline chambers.
Shortly he was reposing upon his pillow, over which his holy-water font a large crimson heart of crystal with flames of burnished gold, set upon a tablet of white marble seemed almost to pulsate in the exquisite half-lights of approaching dawn.
The fact need not beget despair. On the contrary, it should inspire the belief that, when the fit passes away, the healthier, nobler mood will once more come; and then the world will pulsate with new life, making wholesome use of the wealth previously stored up but not assimilated.
This small fraction of venous blood, charged still with the natural spirits derived from the liver, passed through minute channels in the septum between the ventricles and entered the left chamber. In the arterial system it also ebbed and flowed, and might be seen and felt to pulsate there.
Two and a half octaves above these numerically, i.e. at about the twentieth octave, we reach the frequency of Electro-Magnetic Rills, used by the Marconi System of wireless telegraphy, which pulsate at about 950,000 per second, and have a wave-length of something like 1000 feet.
But that awe was sufficiently explained by her devotion to her husband. I saw in her eyes honor and truth, and the peace of mind that sometimes comes with them, all the while that I felt the blood surge around my heart and pulsate in my hands. There seemed to be nothing now of which we could not speak.
Foliage and streams and the very moonlight pulsate with the fever of the blood. But there is no tenderness, no youth, no delicacy, no grace in Wagner's love-passages. Tchaikowsky's, too, is predominantly lurid and sensual.
Is it not wondrous how even the tiniest grain of love will permeate the saddest and sorest recesses of the heart, and instantly cause it to pulsate with thoughts and emotions the sweetest and dearest in life?
They, like others of their family, pulsate through the water, sweeping gracefully along, borne on currents of their own making. Passing to other inhabitants of the pools, we find starfish and sea-urchins everywhere abundant.
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