Folle-Farine, by 'Ouida'. |
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amidst amongst answered Arslan asked Barabbas beautiful birds bitter blind blossom breast breath burning cast chamber clouds coins cold colour creature cruel crust dared dark dead death dream dust earth endless desire eyes face faith feet Flamma flowers flowers of hell Folle-Farine gaze gleam gods golden grasses grew hand head heart horror human hunger Hypnos kissed knew laughed leaves Liébana light limbs lips little gold live looked mouth murmured muttered ness never night once orchards Paris passion passionate eyes paused perished Persephone Pitchou pity poor Red Mouse reeds rest Rioz river roof rose Sartorian scorn seemed sequins shadow shame sight silence slowly smiled song soul stone stood strength strong sweet sweet chestnut Thanatos thing thought throat touch uncon voice watched whilst wild thyme wind woman women wonder woods words yellow jessamine Yprés
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Seite 300 - ... together on their hearts. Almost she yielded ; but the greatness of her love was stronger than its vileness, and its humility was more perfect than its cruelty. It seemed to her, — mad, and bruised, and stunned with her misery, — that for a thing so worthless and loveless and despised as she to suffer deadliest shame to save a life so great as his was, after all, a fate more noble than she could have hoped. For her — what could it matter ? — a thing baser than the dust, — whether the...
Seite 279 - To say it is easy ; but to live, that were harder. You will not sacrifice yourself — so. And yet it were greater far, Folle-Farine, to endure for his sake in silence one look of his scorn, than to brave, in visionary phrase, the thrusts of a thousand daggers, the pangs of a thousand deaths. Kill you !— vain words cost but little. But to save him by sacrifice that he shall never acknowledge ; to reach a heroism which he shall ever regard as a cowardice; to live and see him pass yon by in cold...
Seite 202 - ... be thankless to this man. He gazed at her and smiled, and thought how beautiful that chained whirlwind of her passions looked ; but he did not touch her nor even go nearer to her. There was a dangerous gleam in her eyes that daunted him. Moreover he was patient, humorous, gentle, cruel, wise — all in one ; and he desired to tame and to beguile her, and to see her slowly drawn into the subtle sweetness of the powers of gold ; and to enjoy the yielding of each moral weakaess one by one, as the...
Seite 188 - Three sparrow's eggs are as big and almost as blue, among the moss in any month of May ! " He moved them away, chagrined. " How do you intend to live ? " he asked drily. "It will come as it comes," she answered with the fatalism and composure that ran in her eastern blood. " What have you done up to this moment since you left my house at Rioz ? " She told him, briefly ; she wanted to hide that she had suffered aught, or had been in any measure coldly dealt with, and she spoke with the old force of...
Seite 133 - I do not know what you mean." " But stay with me to-night. The roads are dangerous. There are vagrants and ill-livers about. There are great fogs, too, in this district ; and you will meet drunken soldiers and beggars that will rob you. Come home with me. I have a pretty little place, though poor ; and you shall have such fare as I give my own daughter.
Seite 196 - Folle-Farine still. Why . not ? But let Folle-Farine mean no longer a beggar, an outcast, a leper, a thing attainted, proscribed, and for ever suspected ; but let it mean on the ear of every man that hears it the name of the most famous, the most imperious, the most triumphant, the most beautiful woman of her time ; a woman of whom the world says, ' Look on her face and die — you have lived enough.
Seite 176 - Is this Rioz?" She could not comprehend, a horror seized her lest she should have strayed from Paris back iuto her mother's province. " No. It is another home of mine ; smaller, but choicer may be. Who has cut your hair close?" She shuddered and turned paler with the memory of that ghastly prison-house. "Well; I am not sure but that you are handsomer, — almost. A sculptor would like you more now, — what a head you would make for an Anteros, or an Icarus, or a Hyacinthus. Yes — you are best...
Seite 207 - Anteros only," said the Red Mouse. The Sun, wondering, said again: "And yet I have heard that it is your boast that into every female soul you enter at birth, and dwell there unto death. Is it, then, not so?" The Red Mouse answered: "The boast is not mine, it is man's.
Seite 151 - ... to tell herself that he might be as guiltless as was herself. But she could not prevail : nature, instinct, youth, sex, sickness, exhaustion, all conquered her, and broke her strength. She recoiled from the unbearable loathsomeness of such association ; she sprang to the grated aperture, and seized the iron in her hands, and shook it with all her might, and tore at it, and bruised her chest and arms against it, and clung to it convulsively, shriek after shriek pealing from her lips.
Seite 153 - Andalouse au sein bruni ? Pale comme un beau soir d'automne ! C'est ma maitresse, ma lionne ! La Marquesa d'Amaegui. . "There never was such a title...