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- Author: James Branch Cabell
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1517090148
- ISBN-13: 9781517090142
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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It would be absorbing to discover the present feminine attitude toward the profoundest compliment ever paid women by the heart and mind of men in league-the worshipping devotion conceived by Plato and elevated to a living faith in mediaeval France. Through that renaissance of a sublimated passion domnei was regarded as a throne of alabaster by the chosen figures of its service: Melicent, at Bellegarde, waiting for her marriage with King Theodoret, held close an image of Perion made of substance that time was powerless to destroy; and which, in a life of singular violence, where blood hung scarlet before men's eyes like a tapestry, burned in a silver flame untroubled by the fate of her body. It was, to her, a magic that kept her inviolable, perpetually, in spite of marauding fingers, a rose in the blanched perfection of its early flowering.
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- Author: James Branch Cabell
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1517090148
- ISBN-13: 9781517090142
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
It would be absorbing to discover the present feminine attitude toward the profoundest compliment ever paid women by the heart and mind of men in league-the worshipping devotion conceived by Plato and elevated to a living faith in mediaeval France. Through that renaissance of a sublimated passion domnei was regarded as a throne of alabaster by the chosen figures of its service: Melicent, at Bellegarde, waiting for her marriage with King Theodoret, held close an image of Perion made of substance that time was powerless to destroy; and which, in a life of singular violence, where blood hung scarlet before men's eyes like a tapestry, burned in a silver flame untroubled by the fate of her body. It was, to her, a magic that kept her inviolable, perpetually, in spite of marauding fingers, a rose in the blanched perfection of its early flowering.
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