To make this more vividly present to the excitable Italians he displayed a waxen image marked with the three-and-twenty wounds, and produced the very robe which he had worn, all rent and blood-stained.

Now that evening Elouise was sitting in a certain apartment of the abbey overlooking the court-yard, and a maiden was reading to her by the light of several waxen tapers from a book of painted pictures.

My fellow-guest was a large doll braced stiffly in its chair; a doll whose waxen face had been gouged by vandal nails.

I commiserate Photinius, whose faculties are clearly on the decline; the day has been when he would not have wasted his time sticking pins into a waxen figure.

She lay asleep, and her face shone white As under a snowy veil, And the waxen hands clasped on her breast Were full of snowdrops pale; But a holy calm touched the baby lips, The brow, and the sleeping eyes, The look of an angel pitying us From the peace of Paradise.

The geese fly o'er the barn; the bees in arms 740 Drive headlong from their waxen cells in swarms.

Her raven hair is parted soft and silky off those pale, delicate temples; her long black lashes rest upon the waxen cheek.

"The honey-bags steal from the humble bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs.

Long lines of waxen torches led the way, followed by a military band, and then a company of the highest prelates, in their most brilliant costumes, surrounding the Bishop, who walked under a canopy of silk and gold, bearing the miraculous veil of St. Agatha.

When I with Icarus would soar against the sun, He is the only fiery Phaeton Denies my course, and sears my waxen wings, When as I soar aloft.

And the waxen beauties who display the frocks greet us in true democracy with as sweet a simper.

The waxen mask was life-like, the attitude effective, and the cell excellently arranged.

Valentin, a sickly-looking young man, with scanty hair and beard and prominent cheek bones, on each of which was a bright red spot, while the rest of his face was of a waxen hue, rose quickly to show how much more sprightly he felt!

Truth that has been merely learned is like an artificial limb, a false tooth, a waxen nose; at best, like a nose made out of another's flesh; it adheres to us only because it is put on.

Together we pulled it out, when, to my surprise, on wiping away the dirt from the hard waxen features, I recognized it as the body of Armida, the woman who had been my servant in Leghorn and who had afterwards married Olinto.

All was now terror, outcry, and confusion Caesar had no time to draw his sword, but fought a moment with his style, a sharp instrument of iron with which they wrote, in those days, on waxen tablets, and which he happened then to have in his hand.

Bowls of perfumed, waxen flowers.

I watched them walk across the waxen floor and heard him say to her, "Sure if I had time I would telegraph for me roller skates to guide ye safely over the slickness of the boards."

My brother and I were allowed to see him just before he was placed in his coffin; I can see him still, so white and beautiful, with a black spot in the middle of the fair waxen forehead, and I remember the deadly cold which startled me when I was told to kiss my little brother.

So it was no matter of surprise to her when in the following March her arms were empty, and a waxen form lay lifeless in the baby's cot.

There was a splendid vision, also, of goldfish, in glass globes, jars of leaden rock-work, baskets of waxen fruits and flowers, crystal bottles containing rose and amber essences; but, above all, there was lightthere was heat.

There was a deep alcove from the bed,a window looking down upon the calm waters of the moat, and giving glimpses, through the trees, of fields and woods beyond,a fireplace with a cheerful fire, which had evidently been kindled the moment my arrival was known,the tessellated floor with its waxen gloss,and the usual furniture of a French bed-room, a good table and comfortable chairs.

When the nightingalë sings the woodës waxen green; Leaf and grass and blossom spring in Averil, I ween, And love is to my hertë gone with a spear so keen, Night and day my blood it drinks, my hertë doth me tene.

Through the fluttering leaves the sunlight dripped as a weightless shower of gold, and the long pendants of young fruit swayed gently in their cool waxen greenness.

Lady Mary's sense of the fitness of things permitted the silver cups and Venetian glasses of this dainty apartment to be filled only with waxen hothouse blooms and maidenhair fern.