Have we shed the soft light
of unwearied love around his cold heart, and with patient tenderness shown him how bright and beautiful love can make even the darkest lot?
It was a strange thing, and one which made D'Artagnan tremble from the sole of his foot to the roots of his hair, to find that this soft light
, this calm lamp, enlightened a scene of fearful disorder.
As he walked, Pinocchio noticed a tiny insect glimmering on the trunk of a tree, a small being that glowed with a pale, soft light
Venus, bright and silvery, shone with her soft light
low down in the west behind the birch trees, and high up in the east twinkled the red lights of Arcturus.
For there was its luxurious lace border, a thing for the soft light
of the boudoir, or the secret moonlight of love's permitted eyes, alone to see, shamelessly brazening it out in this terrible sunlight.
Her eyes were filled with an exceedingly soft light
. She leaned towards him, and her face shone as the face of a woman who prays that she may hear the one thing in life a woman craves to hear from the lips she loves best.
Her forehead was wrinkled a little with disappointment, her brown eyes were filled with the soft light
of confident appeal.
Loving, guiding, protecting her, as he had been doing ever since her being ten years old, her mind in so great a degree formed by his care, and her comfort depending on his kindness, an object to him of such close and peculiar interest, dearer by all his own importance with her than any one else at Mansfield, what was there now to add, but that he should learn to prefer soft light
eyes to sparkling dark ones.
Snodgrass, in whose bosom a blaze of poetry was rapidly bursting forth, 'to see the gallant defenders of their country drawn up in brilliant array before its peaceful citizens; their faces beaming--not with warlike ferocity, but with civilised gentleness; their eyes flashing --not with the rude fire of rapine or revenge, but with the soft light
of humanity and intelligence.'
The soft light
which illumined the windows was the count's star.
The surface of this metal was highly ornamented in raised designs representing men, animals, flowers and trees, and from the metal itself was radiated the soft light
which flooded the room.
The soft light
of a shaded lamp fell upon her as she leaned back in the basket chair, playing over her sweet, grave face, and tinting with a dull, metallic sparkle the rich coils of her luxuriant hair.