he had come to Fair Oaks some fifteen years previous to this time, dressed in deep mourning, accompanied by her infant son, about three years of age, and it was generally understood that she was distantly related to Mr. Mainwaring. She was a strikingly handsome woman, with that type of physical beauty which commands admiration, rather than winning it; tall, with superb form and carriage, rich olive skin, large dark eyes, brilliant as diamonds and as cold, but which could become luminous with
ll, so still, indeed,that it was possible to follow the flight of a gnatby the buzzing of its wings. On our left loomedthe gorge, deep and black. Behind it and infront of us rose the dark-blue summits of themountains, all trenched with furrows and coveredwith layers of snow, and standing out against thepale horizon, which still retained the last reflec-tions of the evening glow. The stars twinkledout in the dark sky, and in some strange way itseemed to me that they were much higher thanin our
ion, but a paraphrasethat they give. It may perhaps be thought that the present translations go almost to the other extreme, and that a renderingof metre, line for line, and word for word, makes it impossibleto preserve the poetry of the original both in substance and insound. But experience has convinced me that it is not so, andthat great fidelity is even the most essential element of success, whether in translating poetry or prose. It was thereforevery satisfactory to me to find that the
clothes on a rock; further, a woman's scarf, a gown, a straw bonnet, the brig's caboose, and one of her masts high and dry, broken into several pieces. In another rocky cove, several rods from the water, and behind rocks twenty feet high, lay a part of one side of the vessel, still hanging together. It was, perhaps, forty feet long, by fourteen wide. I was even more surprised at the power of the waves, exhibited on this shattered fragment, than I had been at the sight of the smaller fragments
ing to act over again the whole scene of the deer-hunt, but Fru, that is to say, Lady Astrida, was too busy to listen, and broke in with, "Have they brought home the haunch?""Yes, Walter is bringing it. I had a long arrow--" A stout forester was at this instant seen bringing in the venison, and Dame Astrida hastened to meet it, and gave directions, little Richard following her all the way, and talking as eagerly as if she was attending to him, showing how he shot, how Osmond
arden-path, wondering what it was that she had still to say to him. She led him into a small room at the back of the house, looking out upon the lawn. Then she stood in front of him."Will you kiss me once, please," she said simply, and she stood with her arms hanging at her side, whilst he kissed her on the lips. "Thank you," she said. "Now will you go?" He left her standing in the little room and led the horses back to the inn. That afternoon he took the train to
we sailed thence with a favourable gale, and some mists arising, totally impeded the English frigates from discovering our fleet. We steered our course as near as we could to the coast of France, for fear of the enemy. As we sailed along, we met a vessel of Ostend, who complained to our admiral, that a French privateer had robbed him that very morning; whereupon we endeavoured to pursue the said pirate; but our labour was in vain, not being able to overtake him.Our fleet, as we sailed, caused
s of derision, although his majestic face and dignified manner were only calculated to excite admiration. As the shouts of laughter and yells of derision came down to his ears he raised his head and uttered a few words."Who is he?" asked Marcellus. "Alexander, a teacher of the abominable Christian sect. He is so obstinate that he will not recant--" "Hush, he is speaking." "Romans!" said the old man, "I am a Christian. My God died for me, and I gladly
ion in full swing at night, with signals winking, lamps waving, engines hissing and carriages bumping. It is a terrible place down yonder, a place which will live as long as military history is written, for it is the Ypres Salient. What a salient it is, too! A huge curve, as outlined by the lights, needing only a little more to be an encirclement. Something caught the rope as it closed, and that something was the British soldier. But it is a perilous place still by day and by night. Never shall
he had come to Fair Oaks some fifteen years previous to this time, dressed in deep mourning, accompanied by her infant son, about three years of age, and it was generally understood that she was distantly related to Mr. Mainwaring. She was a strikingly handsome woman, with that type of physical beauty which commands admiration, rather than winning it; tall, with superb form and carriage, rich olive skin, large dark eyes, brilliant as diamonds and as cold, but which could become luminous with
ll, so still, indeed,that it was possible to follow the flight of a gnatby the buzzing of its wings. On our left loomedthe gorge, deep and black. Behind it and infront of us rose the dark-blue summits of themountains, all trenched with furrows and coveredwith layers of snow, and standing out against thepale horizon, which still retained the last reflec-tions of the evening glow. The stars twinkledout in the dark sky, and in some strange way itseemed to me that they were much higher thanin our
ion, but a paraphrasethat they give. It may perhaps be thought that the present translations go almost to the other extreme, and that a renderingof metre, line for line, and word for word, makes it impossibleto preserve the poetry of the original both in substance and insound. But experience has convinced me that it is not so, andthat great fidelity is even the most essential element of success, whether in translating poetry or prose. It was thereforevery satisfactory to me to find that the
clothes on a rock; further, a woman's scarf, a gown, a straw bonnet, the brig's caboose, and one of her masts high and dry, broken into several pieces. In another rocky cove, several rods from the water, and behind rocks twenty feet high, lay a part of one side of the vessel, still hanging together. It was, perhaps, forty feet long, by fourteen wide. I was even more surprised at the power of the waves, exhibited on this shattered fragment, than I had been at the sight of the smaller fragments
ing to act over again the whole scene of the deer-hunt, but Fru, that is to say, Lady Astrida, was too busy to listen, and broke in with, "Have they brought home the haunch?""Yes, Walter is bringing it. I had a long arrow--" A stout forester was at this instant seen bringing in the venison, and Dame Astrida hastened to meet it, and gave directions, little Richard following her all the way, and talking as eagerly as if she was attending to him, showing how he shot, how Osmond
arden-path, wondering what it was that she had still to say to him. She led him into a small room at the back of the house, looking out upon the lawn. Then she stood in front of him."Will you kiss me once, please," she said simply, and she stood with her arms hanging at her side, whilst he kissed her on the lips. "Thank you," she said. "Now will you go?" He left her standing in the little room and led the horses back to the inn. That afternoon he took the train to
we sailed thence with a favourable gale, and some mists arising, totally impeded the English frigates from discovering our fleet. We steered our course as near as we could to the coast of France, for fear of the enemy. As we sailed along, we met a vessel of Ostend, who complained to our admiral, that a French privateer had robbed him that very morning; whereupon we endeavoured to pursue the said pirate; but our labour was in vain, not being able to overtake him.Our fleet, as we sailed, caused
s of derision, although his majestic face and dignified manner were only calculated to excite admiration. As the shouts of laughter and yells of derision came down to his ears he raised his head and uttered a few words."Who is he?" asked Marcellus. "Alexander, a teacher of the abominable Christian sect. He is so obstinate that he will not recant--" "Hush, he is speaking." "Romans!" said the old man, "I am a Christian. My God died for me, and I gladly
ion in full swing at night, with signals winking, lamps waving, engines hissing and carriages bumping. It is a terrible place down yonder, a place which will live as long as military history is written, for it is the Ypres Salient. What a salient it is, too! A huge curve, as outlined by the lights, needing only a little more to be an encirclement. Something caught the rope as it closed, and that something was the British soldier. But it is a perilous place still by day and by night. Never shall