I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand than he shall get one off his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is a face-royal.
A page should, as it were, dissolve before the eye, and be absorbed by the mind.
By so doing, however, we shall provide, in the eyes of the German nation, a complete justification of William II.
Tom, who had been brought up in his father's profession, was of that bull-terrier type so common in England; sturdy, middle-sized, deep-chested, broad-shouldered, his face full of shrewdness and good nature, and of humour withal.
She was a large woman, with straight, black hair, that seemed to be always hanging about her face, and rather handsome features.
Sheila held out her hand to Mr. James Greely, who took it with a surprised and dazzled look.
But in a few moments this cleared up; and ashamed of her momentary anger at this childish question, she placed her hand kindly on Emma's head as she replied: "Yes, Emma, quite as little as you are--and it is of those very times that I am going to tell you.
Onistah's heart swelled with an emotion that was more than vanity.
This is the farmer sowing the corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Apicius, in the time of Trajan, spent one hundred millions of sesterces in debauchery and gluttony; having only ten millions left, he ended his life with poison, thinking he might die of hunger.
So long as we remained in France his humour was like this, delicate and expansive, but an accidental allusion led us across the Channel when he changed.
An almost irresistible impulse all but controlled him to crush her to him, to kiss her lips and her throat, to lose his fingers in the soft, shadowy fineness of her hair.
Simpson, puzzled, amazed, and a little scared at last, had barely time to notice the position before it dissolved.
My friend, how long since did you sell that bag?
On the evening of the day when she was buried, a rich man went, not to Pilate, but to the cure of the place.
The foliage is inconceivably beautiful and varied, from the broad and brightly dark purple leaf of the maple, to the delicate and pale sere leaf of the poplar, all blending harmoniously with the deep green of their brethren in whom the vital sap still flows in full vigour.
I love red poppies!
I have not said a word of that kind.
To a doyt, my vroa, to thy Lords health and thyne.