All on a sudden however, Zarathustra's ear was frightened: for the cave which had hitherto been full of noise and laughter, became all at once still as death;--his nose, however, smelt a sweet-scented
vapour and incense-odour, as if from burning pine-cones.
The grass was short, springy, sweet-scented
, and Asphodel-interspersed.
How charming it is, then, when they tell us how, after all this, they lead him to another chamber where he finds the tables set out in such style that he is filled with amazement and wonder; to see how they pour out water for his hands distilled from amber and sweet-scented
flowers; how they seat him on an ivory chair; to see how the damsels wait on him all in profound silence; how they bring him such a variety of dainties so temptingly prepared that the appetite is at a loss which to select; to hear the music that resounds while he is at table, by whom or whence produced he knows not.
Anne was sitting at her open window, for the time forgetful of the woes of examinations and the cares of the world, as she drank in the beauty of the summer dusk, sweet-scented
with flower breaths from the garden below and sibilant and rustling from the stir of poplars.
This, as well as the loss of a deckhand overboard, was the effect of the hurricane, and though the end of the trip came amid sunshine and sweet-scented
tropical breezes, many could not forget the dangers through which they had passed.
And then the butter itself seems to communicate a fresh charm--it is so pure, so sweet-scented
; it is turned off the mould with such a beautiful firm surface, like marble in a pale yellow light!
He can brave a moonlight walk adown sweet-scented
lanes or a twilight pull among the somber rushes.
Every gondola that swam by us, with its crescents and pyramids and circles of colored lamps hung aloft, and lighting up the faces of the young and the sweet-scented
and lovely below, was a picture; and the reflections of those lights, so long, so slender, so numberless, so many-colored and so distorted and wrinkled by the waves, was a picture likewise, and one that was enchantingly beautiful.
Above her nursery fireplace hung a photograph of her grandfather's tomb in Poets' Corner, and she was told in one of those moments of grown-up confidence which are so tremendously impressive to the child's mind, that he was buried there because he was a "good and great man." Later, on an anniversary, she was taken by her mother through the fog in a hansom cab, and given a large bunch of bright, sweet-scented
flowers to lay upon his tomb.
He seemed, for a moment, to remember lying on his back in some sweet-scented
place, and gazing at it through moving branches, long ago.
Dickon had bought penny packages of flower seeds now and then and sown bright sweet-scented
things among gooseberry bushes and even cabbages and he grew borders of mignonette and pinks and pansies and things whose seeds he could save year after year or whose roots would bloom each spring and spread in time into fine clumps.
If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented
herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal -- that is your success.