Their technic consisted in waving their tails and moving their heads in a regular succession of measured movements resulting in a
cadence which evidently pleased the eye of the Mahar as the
cadence of our own instrumental music pleases our ears.
The navigation of his craft must have engrossed all the Roman's attention in the calm of a summer's day (he would choose his weather), when the single row of long sweeps (the galley would be a light one, not a trireme) could fall in easy
cadence upon a sheet of water like plate-glass, reflecting faithfully the classic form of his vessel and the contour of the lonely shores close on his left hand.
There was a melancholy
cadence in Dorothea's voice as she spoke these last words.
At length one of them called out in a clear, polite, smooth dialect, not unlike in sound to the Italian: and therefore I returned an answer in that language, hoping at least that the
cadence might be more agreeable to his ears.
With these religious services, probably derived from the white men, the tribes above-mentioned mingle some of their old Indian ceremonials, such as dancing to the
cadence of a song or ballad, which is generally done in a large lodge provided for the purpose.
The abbe, who was quite innocent of Latin, nodded his head, in
cadence, at every roll which La Fontaine impressed upon his body, according to the undulations of the dactyls and spondees.
In the silence of mingled joy and sorrow they passed along through the familiar jungle, and as the afternoon was waning there came faintly to the ears of the ape-man the murmuring
cadence of distant voices.
She sang, and her voice flowed in a rich
cadence, swelling or dying away like a nightingale of the woods.
The beating of the drum was in a slow, ponderous
cadence, at first without time but presently settling into a heavy rhythm to which the apes kept time with measured tread and swaying bodies.
The child went singing away, following up the current of the brook, and striving to mingle a more lightsome
cadence with its melancholy voice.
Perhaps they were; or perhaps there might have been shoals of them in the far horizon; but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending
cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it.
Yet, no one could have looked at him twice, without looking again: even though the opportunity of observation had not extended to the mournful
cadence of his low grave voice, and to the abstraction that overclouded him fitfully, without any apparent reason.