Great Spanish Short Stories Representing the Work of the Leading Spanish Writers of the Day

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Houghton Mifflin, 1932 - 358 pages
 

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Page 245 - His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Page 245 - His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely.
Page 244 - His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
Page iii - Great Spanish short stories; representing the work of the leading Spanish writers of the day; translated from the Spanish by Warre B.
Page 176 - Catherine was not daunted: she turned and saw Philip by her side; she pointed to the bureau in silence; the boy understood the appeal. He left the room, and returned in a few moments with a chisel. The lock was broken: tremblingly and eagerly Catherine ransacked the contents; opened paper after paper, letter after letter, in vain: no certificate, no will, no memorial. Could the brother have abstracted the fatal proof? A word sufficed to explain to Philip what she sought for; and his search...
Page 29 - India, in lat. 8° 4' 20* N., and long. 77° 35' 35" E. COMPARETTI, DOMENICO, philologist; born June 27, 1835, at Rome. In 1859 he was appointed to the chair of Greek in the University of...
Page 116 - I'm going to Buenos Aires." "Buenos Aires? All right, then, let's have lunch together now. We shan't meet again for some time." "That's my nice poet! And I'm going to order the lunch, mind you." "I don't want anything except to see you. Nati, Nati, when I think of those days . . .
Page 107 - WHERE should the poet, Felix Vargas, begin his story? Felix Vargas had to write a story. He had just returned from a long early morning walk, and was lying on his bed, from which he could see the sky, low, leaden, ashen. If he raised himself a little he could see away below, as far as the horizon, the sea : an immense expanse no less grey, the colour of oxidised silver.
Page 29 - Vida de Don Quijote y Sancho, (Life of Don Quijote and Sancho), (1905) Dario makes a religion of Quixotism. "Letanfa de Nuestro Senor Quijote...

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