"Maybe there are some words you're supposed to say while you're doing your magic spell?" wondered Elephant.

The world grew more misty and golden every moment, and in this sunkissed, nebulous haze, his fancy roamed free, released from sordid caresby Mr. Walker's potent spell.

The Germans took advantage of this brief spell of fine weather to make several attacks against different points.

Then I could find a perfectly lovely little spell to cast on you that would satisfy my need to punish you!"

For mark me, when thou wert sick and nigh to God and the holy saints, the evil spell could not come nigh thee, and thou didst yearn and cry continually for nought butHer.

"You're in for a dry spell?" inquired Anderson, with interest that was keen, and kindly as well.

It was as if she were fighting against the subtle spell of his words, the demand for her love which shone in his eyes.

O, let me rest, sweet lords, for why methinks Some fatal spells are sounded in mine ears.

Maybe Ozma is under some awful spell like she was that time when she lost her memory!

Romance hath lost her minstrel, No more his magic strain Shall throw a sweeter spell around, The legends of Almaine.

"IHarryI" "You've got to stop this kind of thing, Millie, getting nervous spells like all the other women do the minute they get ten cents in their pocket.

what a wondrous powerful spell Punch holds o'er Dustman and his bell; And scolding Wife with clapper still The Landlord quits awhile his till, While Pot-boy, busiest of the bunch, Steals pence for self, and beer for Punch.

These crazy drinking spells come on at Christmas or Thanksgiving time, or on some Sunday, when he is at home with his family.

To experience such moments is to live with the high fervour which God gave to mortals before towns and laws laid their dreary spell upon them.

Perhaps he hath some skill in hidden arts, Of planets' course, or secret magic spells, To know where Lelia and that fox lies hid, Whose craft so cunningly convey'd her hence.

It runs (text of 1797): As when a child on some long winter's night Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees With eager wond'ring and perturb'd delight Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees Mutter'd to wretch by necromantic spell; Or of those hags, who at the witching time Of murky midnight ride the air sublime, And mingle foul embrace with fiends of Hell: Cold Horror drinks its blood!

The guide then handed him "the Address," and the Cid opened the box or case with extreme caution, as if it had contained some mysterious spell.

Nature herself seems to wield a new peculiar spell in such associationold quarries, the rusting tramways choked with fern; forgotten mines with the wild vine twining tenderly about the old iron of dismantled pit-tackle, grown as green as itself with the summer rains; roads once dusty with haste over which only the moss and the trailing arbutus now leisurely travel.

Oft in some sweet sequestered dell, The blushing flow'ret smiled; And threw around a pleasing spell, For me, an artless child.

Yet, methinks, You might have made this widowed solitude A holy resta spell of soft gray weather, Beneath whose fragrant dews all tender thoughts Might bud and burgeon.

If thus, with terror's mighty spell Thy soul inspir'd, was wont to swell, Thy heaving frame expand; Oh, then to me thy heart incline; For know, the wondrous charm was mine That fear and joy did thus combine In magick union bland.

Yet his fancy found grim spells to lay the insolent ghost of life, and death ever at his side whispered that all this light and music and dancing was for but a little while; that those gay rouged faces, so confident in laughing beauty, and all those nimble shapes, were to the eye that had looked beyond life already stark in their coffins, with chin-cloths about their nerveless jaws.

The Obeah is considered as a potent and most irresistible spell, withering and paralyzing, by indiscribable terrors and unusual sensations, the devoted victim.

Queen Ishtar softly comes, and o'er his dreams A mystic spell she draws, until it seems While half awake he lies, that she is yet Close nestling in his arms, as he had met Her in the wood, and with her there reclined, While her soft arms around him were entwined.

To be sure, most women are yet under the hypnotic spell of the old race belief that it is woman's duty to "submit" herself to any kind of an old husband; but that is just what I saidwomen find it easier to go through life half asleep rather than to think for themselves.