Don't I feel in my soul that I am part of this vast harmonious
Any one coming to the house in Cheyne Walk felt that here was an orderly place, shapely, controlled--a place where life had been trained to show to the best advantage, and, though composed of different elements, made to appear harmonious
and with a character of its own.
Certain acts therefore possessed merit, and others were bad, so that life became more harmonious
and less disconnected than it would have been had Mr.
The Spencerian stanza, with its rich variety of movement and its harmonious
closes, long shut "Childe Harold" from me, and whenever I found a poem in any book which did not rhyme its second line with its first I read it unwillingly or not at all.
What that mental attitude was capable of, in the way of an elegant, yet plain-spoken, and life-like delineation of men's moods and manners, as also in the way of determining those moods and manners themselves to all that was lively, unaffected, and harmonious
, can be seen nowhere better than in Mr.
The sounds were low and sweet and, although they reached Ojo's ears very faintly, they were clear and harmonious
Shall I spend it here where there is a cosy fire, a plateful of delicious russets, three purring and harmonious
cats, and two impeccable china dogs with green noses?
And all the while harmonious
airs were heard Of chiming strings or charming pipes; and winds Of gentlest gale Arabian odours fanned From their soft wings, and Flora's earliest smells.
Thus Caedmon, keeping in mind all he heard, and, as it were, chewing the cud, converted the same into most harmonious
verse; and sweetly repeating the same, made his masters in their turn his hearers.
She probably imagined that she was thinking about the Aids and their missionary box and the new carpet for the vestry room, but under these reflections was a harmonious
consciousness of red fields smoking into pale-purply mists in the declining sun, of long, sharp-pointed fir shadows falling over the meadow beyond the brook, of still, crimson-budded maples around a mirrorlike wood pool, of a wakening in the world and a stir of hidden pulses under the gray sod.
Here is a world," said the old gentleman, getting the sun a little more broadly on his back, "which a merciful Creator has filled with lovely sights, harmonious
sounds, delicious scents; and here are creatures with faculties expressly made for enjoyment of those sights, sounds, and scents--to say nothing of Love, Dinner, and Sleep, all thrown into the bargain.
I'll ask him about that life-book myself, but I want you to tell him that you told me the story of lost Margaret and ask him if he will let me use it as a thread of romance with which to weave the stories of the life-book into a harmonious