"Languishment" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... protracted, affected to decline, and elude the very pleasure she sighed for, but in a style of waywardness, so prettily put on, and managed, as to render it ten times more poignant; then her eyes, all amidst the softest dying languishment, expressed, ait once a mock denial and extreme desire, whilst her sweetness was zested with a coyness so pleasingly provoking, her moods of keeping him off were so attractive, that they redoubled the impetuous rage with, which, he covered her with kisses: and kisses ...
— Memoirs Of Fanny Hill - A New and Genuine Edition from the Original Text (London, 1749) • John Cleland
... the highways of this pilgrimage, Closing thine eyes unto their emptiness, And out of folly turning sour to sweet. Hast thou the joy that nature's converse sheds Thro' all the pulses of the quiet soul? The gentle calm that like a whispered song Steals o'er the sense with sweetest languishment? Hast thou the magic of the Beautiful, Wreathing about thy spirit evermore, In sunshine and in shadow; when the stars Gather around the azure dome of heaven, And the pale moon glides like a virgin bride Humbly behind the footsteps of her love: When the sweet morn dawns on the sleeping ...
— Eidolon - The Course of a Soul and Other Poems • Walter R. Cassels
... the Perlesvaus, and the prose Perceval the King has simply 'fallen into languishment,' in the first instance, as noted above, on account of the failure of the Quester, in the second as the result ...
— From Ritual to Romance • Jessie L. Weston
... cometh, by his skill in training hawks, under the notice of the Soldan, who knoweth him again and discovering himself to him, entreateth him with the utmost honour. Then, Torello falling sick for languishment, he is by magical art transported in one night [from Alexandria] to Pavia, where, being recognized by his wife at the bride-feast held for her marrying again, he returneth with her ...
— The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio • Giovanni Boccaccio
... timidity I pronounce prunes and prism. I think I must languish a little at him. I don't know quite how it's done, but in old English novels the girls always languished, and perhaps an Englishman expects a little languishment in his. I wonder if he comes of a noble family. If he doesn't, I don't think I'll languish very much. Still, what matters the pomp of pageantry and pride of race— isn't that the way the poem runs? I love our dear little Lieutenant for himself alone, and I think I will have just one ...
— A Rock in the Baltic • Robert Barr |
