walks in beauty, like the night
"I cannot, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the Lady Ligeia."
"[ Her eyes]
were, I must believe, far larger than
the ordinary eyes of our own race. (...) The "strangeness," however,
which I found in the eyes, was of a nature distinct from the formation,
or the color, or the brilliancy of the features, and must, after
all, be referred to the expression. Ah, word of no meaning!
behind whose vast latitude of mere sound we intrench our ignorance
much of the spiritual. The expression
of the eyes of Ligeia!"
" She was slender, and wonderfully
graceful. Except that her movements were languid -very languid- indeed,
there was nothing in her appearance
an invalid. Her complexion was rich and brilliant; her features were
small and beautifully formed; her eyes large, dark, and lustrous; her
quite wonderful, I never saw hair so magnificently thick and long when
it was down about her shoulders; (...) It was exquisitely fine and
soft, and in colour a rich very dark brown, with something of gold. I
to let it down, tumbling with its own weight, as, in her room, she lay
in her chair talking in her sweet low voice, I used to fold and braid
it, and spread it out and play with it. Heavens! If I had but known all! "
dil : langue ;
langage ; langue
de terre ;
; (nefesli ç
I think of you
in motion and just how close you are getting /
And how every little thing anticipates you
sont de beaux êtres dévorants, pensait-elle. Je donne des proies aux