With thy dear name as text, though bidden by thee, I can not write-I can not speak or think-- Alas, I can not feel; for 'tis not feeling, This standing motionless upon the golden Threshold of the wide-open gate of dreams, Gazing, entranced, adown the gorgeous vista, And thrilling as I see, upon the right, Upon the left, and all the way along, Amid empurpled
vapors, far away To where the prospect terminates-thee only!
After the Mayflowers came the violets, and Violet Vale was empurpled
The driver was leaning over the wall, brandishing his whip, his face empurpled
, roaring like a bull.
The mildness of the evening, the sea breezes, so dear to contemplative minds, setting in from the east and blowing in delicious gusts; then, in the distance, the black outline of the yacht with its rigging traced upon the empurpled
background of the sky -- while, dotting the horizon, might be seen, here and there, vessels with their trimmed sails, like the wings of a seagull about to plunge; such a spectacle indeed well merited admiration.
Magnificent weather, a sunrise that empurpled
all the landscape, displayed the river in all its limpid serenity.
It was little more than a mop of wet white hair, fringed with silver fire in the red and level morning light; the face, which seemed of an ugly, empurpled
and perhaps criminal type, had been much battered against trees or stones as it tossed in the water.
/ Illumined at a stroke beside her / the city is empurpled
, / colored topaz, emerald].
The riches include hookahs of burnished gold inlaid with empurpled
ebony; superbly inscribed spinels and jewelled daggers; gleaming rubies the colour of pigeon's blood and scatterings of lizard-green emeralds.
Couldn't it destroy time if he offered himself up like this, empurpled
, Bloated, the crime paid for in advance?
The latter--a black-lined overlay, like David Salle for tots--sits on a landscape that runs Romanticism through an Athena-poster filter: above, an empurpled
sky full of clouds that themselves resemble craggy mountains; below, aquamarine river water hammering rocks, upon which the tree--smiling--stands.
Cardinal Terence Cooke did show up, to sprinkle holy water on the coffin as it entered the church door.
As soon as I saw his empurpled
face and his menacing walk, it told me instantly that it wasn't to congratulate me on my journalistic prowess.