So the real rain was turned on and began to descend in gossamer lances to the mimic
flower-beds and gravel walks of the stage.
Long, hairy arms reached out to seize him, and, as they had done a thousand times before, the two clinched in mimic
battle, rolling upon the sward, striking, growling and biting, though never closing their teeth in more than a rough pinch.
The knotty point was, however, soon decided; and, on the appointed day, the brotherhood marched in great state, displaying sundry banners and mysterious symbols, each man with a little mimic
apron before him, from a most cunningly contrived apartment in the garret of the “Bold Dragoon,” an inn kept by one Captain Hollister, to the site of the intended edifice.
Had she been less beautiful,--if Envy's self could have found aught else to sneer at,--he might have felt his affection heightened by the prettiness of this mimic
hand, now vaguely portrayed, now lost, now stealing forth again and glimmering to and fro with every pulse of emotion that throbbed within her heart; but seeing her otherwise so perfect, he found this one defect grow more and more intolerable with every moment of their united lives.
Here, where the mimic
eagle glared in gold, A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat
It is a strange thing this bed, this mimic
grave, where we stretch our tired limbs and sink away so quietly into the silence and rest.
Manson Mingott screwed up her little mouth into a grimace of mimic
prudery and twinkled at him through malicious lids.
It was ribbed with sharp, steep ridges and cloven with narrow canyons, and here and there on the heights, rocky upheavals shaped themselves into mimic
battlements and castles; and out of rifted clouds came broad shafts of sunlight, that painted summit, and slope and glen, with bands of fire, and left belts of somber shade between.
The fall of snowflakes in a still air, preserving to each crystal its perfect form; the blowing of sleet over a wide sheet of water, and over plains; the waving ryefield; the mimic
waving of acres of houstonia, whose innumerable florets whiten and ripple before the eye; the reflections of trees and flowers in glassy lakes; the musical steaming odorous south wind, which converts all trees to windharps; the crackling and spurting of hemlock in the flames, or of pine logs, which yield glory to the walls and faces in the sittingroom,--these are the music and pictures of the most ancient religion.
Nothing could be more weird than the appearance of these seemingly basaltic summits; they stood out in fantastic profile against the sombre sky, and the beholder might have fancied them to be the legendary ruins of some vast city of the middle ages, such as the icebergs of the polar seas sometimes mimic
them in nights of gloom.
On they danced, looking faint and spiritual in the soft, sad light of the risen moon; now whirling round and round, now meeting in mimic
warfare, swaying, eddying here and there, coming forward, falling back in an ordered confusion delightful to witness.
I know a great many sorts of very engaging tricks, which I will teach your goat; for example, to mimic
the Bishop of Paris, that cursed Pharisee whose mill wheels splash passers-by the whole length of the Pont aux Meuniers.