Many years ago there lived an Emperor who was so fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on them in order to be
beautifully dressed.
You're like a troop of cavalry!" he
beautifully laughed.
On the platform proper squatted an enormous warrior heavily loaded with metal ornaments, gay-colored feathers and
beautifully wrought leather trappings ingeniously set with precious stones.
So the Tin Woodman knocked a mahogany center-table to pieces with his axe and fitted one of the legs, which was
beautifully carved, on to the body of Jack Pumpkinhead, who was very proud of the acquisition.
Next, there was an account of the ancient home of the Alardyces, or rather, of spring in Suffolk, which was very
beautifully written, although not essential to the story.
Most of the latter are
beautifully symmetrical; they owe their origin to eruptions of volcanic mud without any lava: it is a remarkable circumstance that every one of the twenty-eight tuff-craters which were examined, had their southern sides either much lower than the other sides, or quite broken down and removed.
"Do you not think they are something in Miss Morton's style of painting, Ma'am?--She DOES paint most delightfully!--How
beautifully her last landscape is done!"
There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, (`which certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words `DRINK ME'
beautifully printed on it in large letters.
I am sure he did it
beautifully! But how came a governor to know how to mend a chair?"
The
beautifully arched and glossy neck was now straight, and lank, and fallen in; the clean straight legs and delicate fetlocks were swelled; the joints were grown out of shape with hard work; the face, that was once so full of spirit and life, was now full of suffering, and I could tell by the heaving of her sides, and her frequent cough, how bad her breath was.
Now, books are simply professional liars about life, and the books that are best worth reading are those which lie the most
beautifully. Yet, in fairness, we must add that they are liars, not with intent to mislead, but merely with the tenderest purpose to console.
Once in summer-time the bear and the wolf were walking in the forest, and the bear heard a bird singing so
beautifully that he said: