"Plumaged" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... nearer and nearer, her deep, pure eyes burning softly into mine ... her hands touched me—her arms closed round me ... her bright head lay in all its shining loveliness on my breast! A tremulous ecstasy thrilled me as with fire ... I gazed upon her as one might gaze on some fluttering, rare-plumaged bird ... I dare not move or speak ... I drank her sweetness down into my soul! Now and then a sound as of distant harps playing broke the love-weighted silence ... and thus we remained together a heavenly breathing-space of wordless ...
— Ardath - The Story of a Dead Self • Marie Corelli
... forest, which are not fruit trees as I at first imagined, but which have an immense tread of spreading branches and large but scattered leaves, giving a clear space for the birds to play and exhibit their plumes. On one of these trees a dozen or twenty full-plumaged male birds assemble together, raise up their wings, stretch out their necks, and elevate their exquisite plumes, keeping them in a continual vibration. Between whiles they fly across from branch to branch in great excitement, so that the whole ...
— The Malay Archipelago - Volume II. (of II.) • Alfred Russel Wallace
... midst of that delightful grove Fair-flowing Tiber, eddying swift and strong, Breaks to the main. Around them and above, Gay-plumaged fowl, that to the stream belong, And love the channel and the banks to throng, Now skim the flood, now fly from bough to bough, And charm the air with their melodious song. Shoreward AEneas bids them turn the prow, And up the shady stream with ...
— The Aeneid of Virgil - Translated into English Verse by E. Fairfax Taylor • Virgil
... the doorway of a small pavilion which he called his omnibus, passed along under the shadow of the wall, and out into the glowing sun. Madame entered the salon, her light quick steps ringing on the parquet, her holiday voice clear as a carol, her holiday figure gay as a showy-plumaged bird. ...
— The Vicissitudes of Bessie Fairfax • Harriet Parr
... trees, and a red tree something resembling the bastard mahogany. Although we had penetrated and ascended more than half-way up one of the Mountains of Lions, we discovered nothing living but a variety of beautifully-plumaged birds, which, unused to the intrusion of other bipeds, uttered most discordant screams. After a fatiguing march, in which we were directed by a pocket compass, we descried a small rivulet. We followed its course for some time, and at length arrived at the base of a ...
— A Sailor of King George • Frederick Hoffman
... of course, a large throng of invited guests. Lady Helena was there in pale, flowing silks, the bridemaids, a billowy crowd of white-plumaged birds, and the bridegroom, with a face whiter than the white waistcoat, standing waiting for his bride. And there, in surplice, book in hand, stood the rector of Chesholm and his curate, ready to ...
— A Terrible Secret • May Agnes Fleming |
