And never a flake That the vapour can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded
curl - Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl.
This compliment was so apparently directed to Jones, that we should have been sorry had he passed it by unregarded
As we dashed, unregarded
, alongside a voice let out one, only one hoarse howl of command, and then, just as they stood, without caps, with the salt drying gray in the wrinkles and folds of their hairy, haggard faces, blinking stupidly at us their red eyelids, they made a bolt away from the handles, tottering and jostling against each other, and positively flung themselves over upon our very heads.
This wandering race, sever'd from other men, Boast yet their intercourse with human arts; The seas, the woods, the deserts, which they haunt, Find them acquainted with their secret treasures: And unregarded
herbs, and flowers, and blossoms, Display undreamt-of powers when gather'd by them.
The Old South Church, too, still pointed its antique spire into the darkness, and was lost between earth and heaven; and as I passed, its clock, which had warned so many generations how transitory was their lifetime, spoke heavily and slow the same unregarded
moral to myself.
In the streets of London where beauty goes unregarded
, eccentricity must pay the penalty, and it is better not to be very tall, to wear a long blue cloak, or to beat the air with your left hand.
War memorials list the names of those who died but no such memorial exists for the victims of the flood of 1852 and their graves are sadly unmarked and unregarded
In the Balkan country there is a unregarded
Yet, outside Karoland and its diasporic urban satellites, these events were virtually unknown and unregarded
My charge to the authors was to show how an archive is not a dusty repository of paper and unregarded
trifles but is a place where people have left their mark and where librarians and scholars can look to recreate the past.
Several of these letters of inlaid marble, dating from the Quattrocento and largely unregarded
by visitors in the Santa Croce, set me to thinking that their austere forms might through deeper study emerge as a useful printing type.
I adore the three metallic tones of the Bourgie Lamp base with its shining shade, which would brighten any previously unregarded