And she tripped away to her enormous bedroom, in the centre of which stood the enormous
funereal bed, "that the Emperor Halixander's sister slep in when the allied sufferings was here," and put on her little bonnet and shawl with the utmost eagerness and pleasure.
But there was no whispering in the house; only the
funereal rustling of dresses as the women gathered to their seats disturbed the silence there.
A second hearse, decked with the same
funereal pomp, was brought to M.
He was competent to pronounce the
funereal oration of a ship, this son of ancient sea-folk, whose national existence, so little stained by the excesses of manly virtues, had demanded nothing but the merest foothold from the earth.
It has an unspeakable, wild, Hindoo odor about it, such as may lurk in the vicinity of
funereal pyres.
As he approached, he heard the noise of the pulleys which grated under the weight of the massy pails; he also fancied he heard the melancholy moaning of the water which falls back again into the wells -- a sad,
funereal, solemn sound, which strikes the ear of the child and the poet -- both dreamers -- which the English call splash; Arabian poets, gasgachau; and which we Frenchmen, who would be poets, can only translate by a paraphrase -- the noise of water falling into water.
Life figures itself to me as a festal or
funereal procession.
Those who began by looking at him with a smile ended by turning away their heads, for the sight of him at once provoked the most
funereal thoughts.
These flames, this noise, this dust of a dozen richly caparisoned horses, formed a strange contrast in the middle of the night with the melancholy and almost
funereal disappearance of the two shadows of Aramis and Porthos.
how short-sighted you all are to be discussing education and plans for the future, when this unhappy child is so plainly marked for the tomb," sighed Aunt Myra, with a lugubrious sniff and a solemn wag of the
funereal bonnet, which she refused to remove, being afflicted with a chronic catarrh.
"The brooding willow whispered to the yew; Beneath, the deadly nightshade and the rue, With immortelles self-woven into strange
Funereal shapes, and horrid nettles grew.
The old stones, the stagnant water of the ditch surrounding the donjon, the bleak ground strewn with the dead leaves, the dark, skeleton-like outlines of the trees, all contributed to give to the desolate place, now filled with its awful mystery, a most
funereal aspect.