Why not still proceed over the untamed
yet obedient element?
Lay on to that hide of thine, thou great untamed
brute, rouse up thy lusty vigour that only urges thee to eat and eat, and set free the softness of my flesh, the gentleness of my nature, and the fairness of my face.
His appearance was wild and uncouth; there was aloofness in his eyes and sensuality in his mouth; he was big and strong; he gave the impression of untamed
passion; and perhaps she felt in him, too, that sinister element which had made me think of those wild beings of the world's early history when matter, retaining its early connection with the earth, seemed to possess yet a spirit of its own.
He knew instinctively that it was madness to give himself into her hands; his only chance was to treat her casually and never allow her to see the untamed
passions that seethed in his breast; she would only take advantage of his weakness; but he could not be prudent now: he told her all the agony he had endured during the separation from her; he told her of his struggles with himself, how he had tried to get over his passion, thought he had succeeded, and how he found out that it was as strong as ever.
He at once had a sack drawn over her head and made her be stoned to death, and after that torn in pieces by untamed
And, after all, it is no more dangerous to face those reckless girls than to ride this fiery, untamed
She had wandered, without rule or guidance, in a moral wilderness, as vast, as intricate, and shadowy as the untamed
forest, amid the gloom of which they were now holding a colloquy that was to decide their fate.
Lydia was Lydia still; untamed
, unabashed, wild, noisy, and fearless.
He had an idea that he was one of those fiery, untamed
steeds, but he is not of that character.
The sight of the fair young girl, as frank and wholesome as the Sierra breezes, had stirred his volcanic, untamed
heart to its very depths.
Then came more of the wrathful monsters, whose like they almost seemed to be in their wildness and their untamed
air, screeching and turning round and round again; and still, before, behind, and to the right and left, was the same interminable perspective of brick towers, never ceasing in their black vomit, blasting all things living or inanimate, shutting out the face of day, and closing in on all these horrors with a dense dark cloud.
He thought now only of the savage joy of living, and of pitting one's wits and prowess against the wiles and might of the savage jungle brood which haunted the broad plains and the gloomy forest aisles of the great, untamed