Finally, within a huge and sombre mass of things, A blackened people, living and dying in silence.... (Enfin, dans un amas de choses, sombre, immense, Un peuple noir, vivant et mourant en silence.)LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre ...wastes. It was from facing this vast hardness that the boy's mouth had become so bitter; because he felt that men were too weak to make any mark here, that the land wanted to be let alone, to preserve its own fierce strength, its peculiar, savage kind of beauty, its uninterrupted mournfulness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Se bella piu satore, je notre so catore, Je notre qui cavore, je la qu', la qui, la quai!... Le spinash or le busho, cigaretto toto bello, Ce rakish spagoletto, si la tu, la tu, la tua! Senora pelefima, voulez-vous le taximeter, La zionta sur le tita, tu le tu le tu le wa!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Don Diègue: Rodrigue, have you any courage? Don Rodrigue: If you weren't my father, you would have a taste of it on the spot.... ("Rodrigue, as-tu du coeur?" "Tout autre que mon père/L'éprouverait sur l'heure.")LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tears may be considered as the natural and involuntary resource of the mind overcome by some sudden and violent emotion, before it... has had time to reconcile its feelings to the change in circumstances: while laughter may be defined to be the same sort of convulsive and involuntary movement, occasioned by mere sur prise or contrast (in the absence of any more serious emotion), before it has time to reconcile its belief to contradictory appearances.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He held the world upon his nose And this-a-way he gave a fling.... His robes and symbols, ai-hi-hi And that-a-way he twirled the thing. Sombre as fir-trees, liquid cats Moved in the grass without a sound.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O sleepless heart and sombre soul unsleeping, That were athirst for sleep and no more life... And no more love, for peace and no more strife!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sound of the Sabbath bell far away, now breaking on these shores, does not awaken pleasing associations, but melancholy and so...mbre ones rather. One involuntarily rests on his oar, to humor his unusually meditative mood. It is as the sound of many catechisms and religious books twanging a canting peal round the earth, seeming to issue from some Egyptian temple and echo along the shore of the Nile, right opposite to Pharoah's palace and Moses in the bulrushes, startling a multitude of storks and alligators basking in the sun.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »