And as that famous great tierce is mystically
carved in front, so the whale's vast plaited forehead forms innumerable strange devices for the emblematical adornment of his wondrous tun.
I spoke to her of power and pride, But mystically
- in such guise That she might deem it nought beside The moment's converse; in her eyes I read, perhaps too carelessly - A mingled feeling with my own - The flush on her bright cheek, to me Seem'd to become a queenly throne Too well that I should let it be Light in the wilderness alone.
But I must say that he is not at all mystically inclined.
Some of my readers may remember a little book from her pen, published in Paris, a mystically bad-tempered, declamatory, and frightfully disconnected piece of writing, in which she all but admits the foreknowledge, more than hints at its supernatural origin, and plainly suggests in venomous innuendoes that the guilt of the act was not with the terrorists, but with a palace intrigue.
If I enter the lists with my spear in rest, think not any human consideration shall prevent my putting forth my strength; and think then upon thine own fate to die the dreadful death of the worst of criminals to be consumed upon a blazing pile dispersed to the elements of which our strange forms are so mystically
composed not a relic left of that graceful frame, from which we could say this lived and moved
It is instructive to compare this Nietzschean vision of unelected, life-tenured judges leading a Volk (people) who will be 'tested by following' and whose 'very belief in themselves' is mystically
bound up in their 'understanding' of a Court that 'speaks before all others for their constitutional ideals'.
Initial entries were imprecise, and its opening's shimmering textures were opaque instead of mystically
While a magnificent choir of angels envelopes the manger with its heavenly songs (music: Hark the Herald Angel Sing) Jesus is born mystically
, appearing as a naked babe shivering in Mary's arms (music: Silent Night).
, inexplicably, Livy is drawn to the stone sentinels on the roof of one of the buildings.
prescient, Glory Hole, by Stephen Beachy, is a dark, witty romp through the recesses of creative, troubled minds.
Rather than instantly becoming the wise, mystically
perceptive apostle we consider him today, Paul met Jesus and was plunged into a season of doubt, confusion, and stumbling in the dark.
With their mystically
cued tones--amethyst mauve, topaz blue, melanite black, and jasper brown--and fidelity to preconceived notions of perfect form, they evoke the unshakable dread of something far more insidious at work than what the graphs lead us to believe.