The emperor lays on the table three fine silken threads
of six inches long; one is blue, the other red, and the third green.
And while she gayly sung, the little weavers spun their silken threads
, the flies on glittering wings flew lovingly above her head, and over all the golden light shone softly down.
Your brilliant colors are fast fading now, and the envious moths have gnawed your silken threads
Some ragged ends of silken thread
were still attached to the leaf, as if it had been torn out of a book.
The effect is as if the voice had been dyed black; or,--if we must use a more moderate simile,--this miserable croak, running through all the variations of the voice, is like a black silken thread
, on which the crystal beads of speech are strung, and whence they take their hue.
A tall young man, with light hair, clear gray eyes, and thin and compressed lips, dressed in a blue coat with beautifully carved gold buttons, a white neckcloth, and a tortoiseshell eye-glass suspended by a silken thread
, and which, by an effort of the superciliary and zygomatic muscles, he fixed in his eye, entered, with a half-official air, without smiling or speaking.
It is so mad, that had the ties between me and my dear lost boy been one silken thread
less strong, I might have swept even him from your side, when you favoured him.
The first one, a soldierly, abrupt, red-faced person, with white eyebrows and an explosive temper, could be managed with a silken thread
said the stranger, "I have no purse nor no money either, saving only the half of a sixpence, the other half of which mine own dear love doth carry in her bosom, hung about her neck by a strand of silken thread
Bright silken threads
were worked into depictions of the Allies' flags, patriotic messages, entreaties of love and salutations for birthdays, Christmases and New Years, all decorated with such motifs as butterfly wings, bird plumage and rainbows.
Writing of the hope that the country might rediscover the silken threads
of commerce via which its myriad of ethnicities bound the country to the world, he finds "it is easy to imagine another society emerging from the detritus of the old, better, stronger and wealthier than before" (p.
Only the silken threads
binding pulse to pulse, an image of love: green feathers in the ice's heart, the mountain, my mother, wise bride-god full of milk, a track across the snow--soon, the reindeer on bare rock, his sinew, his song.