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Updated: May 2, 2025
I noticed and wondered how Zenobia contrived it that she had always a new flower in her hair. And still it was a hot-house flower, an outlandish flower, a flower of the tropics, such as appeared to have sprung passionately out of a soil the very weeds of which would be fervid and spicy.
Two heads, "Daphne" and "Medusa," executed soon after she went to Rome, were praised by critics of authority. "Will-o'-the-Wisp," "Puck," "Sleeping Faun," "Waking Faun," and "Zenobia in Chains" followed each other rapidly. Miss Hosmer made a portrait statue of "Maria Sophia, Queen of the Sicilies," and a monument to an English lady to be placed in a church in Rome.
If a farmer can make poetry at the plough-tail, it must be because his nature insists on it; and if that be the case, let him make it, in Heaven's name!" "And how is it with you?" asked Zenobia, in a different voice; for she never laughed at Hollingsworth, as she often did at me. "You, I think, cannot have ceased to live a life of thought and feeling."
I tell you what, lads; if I thought anything had really happened to Zenobia, I should feel kind o' sorrowful." "I wish, at least, you would hold your tongue," muttered I.
Zenobia takes a somewhat higher rank; though no more virtuous that being impossible she was called to exercise her talents in a different sphere. Though born in Asia, she claimed descent from the Macedonian kings of Egypt. In her youth, notwithstanding the restraints put upon her sex, she acquired a liberal education, and made herself mistress of the Latin, Greek, Egyptian, and Syriac literature.
'Indeed we do, and may the gods make it perpetual; may death only divide us! said Fausta with fervor. 'And may the divinity who sits supreme above, said Julia, 'grant that over that, not even death shall have power. If any thing makes existence valuable, it is love. If I should define my happiness, I should say it in one word, Love. Without Zenobia, what should I be?
Settling upon her knees, she leaned her forehead against the rock, and sobbed convulsively; dry sobs they seemed to be, such as have nothing to do with tears. Zenobia had entirely forgotten me. She fancied herself alone with her great grief.
With this hint the meeting was not unhappy, and the evening passed with amusement and interest. Endymion embraced his father with warmth, and Myra kissed him on both cheeks. Mr. Ferrars had a great deal of gossip which interested his wife, and to a certain degree his children. The latter of course remembered Zenobia, and her sayings and doings were always amusing.
Huic ab Aureliano vivere concessum est. Ferturque vixisse cum liberis, matronae jam more Romanae, data sibi possessione in Tiburti quae hodieque Zenobia dicitur, non longe ab Adriani palatio, atque ab eo loco cui nomen est Conche." Hist. Aug. Lugd. Batav. 1661, p. 787. Also what Aurelian himself says in a letter to the Roman Senate, preserved by Pollio.
"Another thing: I've never forgiven your sister Martha for what she did then. I never will." Zenobia indulges in a trilly little laugh. "No more has she forgiven you," says she. "How absurd of you both, just as though but we'll not talk about it. I've no time for yesterdays. To-day is too full. Tell me, why are you back here?"
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