majestic

Under the gleaming icons stood a long invalid chair, and in that chair on snowy-white smooth pillows, evidently freshly changed, Pierre saw- covered to the waist by a bright green quilt- the familiar, majestic figure of his father, Count Bezukhov, with that gray mane of hair above his broad forehead which reminded one of a lion, and the deep characteristically noble wrinkles of his handsome, ruddy face.

Gathergold, who, in his own majestic person, was expected to arrive at sunset.

"No, my Antonio," she breathed internally, "hover around me, shield me from impending dangers, delight me with your presence, and enchant me with your eye; but claim me in the guise of a gentleman and a hero, that no envious tongue may probe the secrets of our love, nor any profane scoffer ridicule those sensitive pleasures that he is too unsentimental to enjoy." With these, and similar thoughts, did Julia occupy herself, until Charles pointed out to her the majestic entrance to the Highlands.

The church of Notre-Dame de Paris is still no doubt, a majestic and sublime edifice.

"Have you completed all the necessary preparations incident to Miss Sedley's departure, Miss Jemima?" asked Miss Pinkerton herself, that majestic lady; the Semiramis of Hammersmith, the friend of Doctor Johnson, the correspondent of Mrs.

Filled with dreary imaginations, I passed through many beautiful and majestic scenes, but my eyes were fixed and unobserving.

Pushing heavy cannon up mountain defiles, the elephant's brow is majestic. Human or animal, the mystical brow is as that great golden seal affixed by the German emperors to their decrees.

The origin and date of the Great American Prairies form one of natures most majestic mysteries.

I said "petrified" was good; as I be- lieved, myself, that the only right way to classify the majestic ages of some of those jokes was by geologic periods.

Out of the high heaven is she summoned, from mystic communion with her own perfection, from majestic labours in the Sistine Chapel of the Stars,--yea, she must put aside her gold-leaf and purples and leave unfinished the very panels of the throne of God,--that Circe shall have her palace, and her worshippers their gilded sty.

It borrows a certain dignity of sameness from the majestic monotony of the sea.

How many generations of the majestic trees which overshadow them have grown and flourished and decayed since first they were erected!