"Your Highness," cried the Woggle-Bug, appealing to Ozma, "have I a mind's eye
, or haven't I?"
At last he took himself off--again reiterating his assurances, and saying that he intended to return with some earrings as a present; that he advised me to change my lodgings; and, that he could recommend me a splendid flat which he had in his mind's eye
as likely to cost me nothing.
I want you to bear in mind the trend of the ground, for some time, sooner or later, we shall do well to have it in our mind's eye
when we are considering the ancient traditions and superstitions, and are trying to find the RATIONALE of them.
He always had before his mind's eye
the estate as a whole and not any particular part of it.
So he let De Vac assume to his mind's eye
the person of the hated De Montfort, and it followed that De Vac was nearly surprised into an early and mortifying defeat by the King's sudden and clever attack.
"I can see, in my mind's eye
," said he, mournfully, "the goats eating small pieces of my dear comrade, the Tin Woodman, while my soup is being cooked on a bonfire built of the Saw-Horse and Jack Pumpkinhead's body, and Queen Jinjur watches me boil while she feeds the flames with my friend the Scarecrow!"
I felt myself a second Adam wending my lonely way through the childhood of a world, searching for my Eve, and at the thought there rose before my mind's eye
the exquisite outlines of a perfect face surmounted by a loose pile of wondrous, raven hair.
Each person as he comes upon the scene is described for us so that we may see him with our mind's eye
. The whole poem blazes with color, it glows and gleams with the glamor of fairyland.
It was one of those moments -- which sometimes occur only at the interval of years -- when a man's moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind's eye
. Not improbably he had never before viewed himself as he did now.
Henri, I know well enough that I have left on your mind's eye
no distinct picture of her; I have not painted her complexion, nor her eyes, nor her hair, nor even drawn the outline of her shape.
Even now, there is present to our mind's eye
a small and not, ostentatious chamber with whose decorations no fault can be found.
Under the thatched roofs her mind's eye
beheld relaxed tendons and flaccid muscles, spread out in the darkness beneath coverlets made of little purple patchwork squares, and undergoing a bracing process at the hands of sleep for renewed labour on the morrow, as soon as a hint of pink nebulosity appeared on Hambledon Hill.