This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...the national song with accompaniment of stringed instruments and sweet bucolic pipes, until they filled all the grassy slopes of the grove. There, on a pedestal of bronze, stood the image of the queen they had reverenced, her face upturned in the rapture of poetry and song, her cithara upon her arm, and her beautiful ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...the national song with accompaniment of stringed instruments and sweet bucolic pipes, until they filled all the grassy slopes of the grove. There, on a pedestal of bronze, stood the image of the queen they had reverenced, her face upturned in the rapture of poetry and song, her cithara upon her arm, and her beautiful fingers hovering over the strings. Then silence was proclaimed, and the king's household arose, and his daughter Chrysostoma, the princess apparent, who inherited her father's noble character and her grandmother's transcendent genius, apostrophized the form of beauty in strains that were long after remembered. Then, turning to the people, she led the way by imperceptible modulations until she brought all hearts to the beginning of their favorite hymn, and as she struck the well-known chords for prelude, countless voices joined in chorus. As she stood all radiant in her maidenly beauty, while her features shone with the kindling glow of inspiration, tears of joy trickled down upon the beards of the old, and thrills of admiration shot through the nerves of the young. A laurel wreath was placed upon the marble brow of the statue, and another upon that of the princess. But suddenly there was a thrill of another sort, a tremor as of a coming earthquake. Sounds were heard that had never before jarred the charmed air of Topankalon. There was a confused tantara of trumpets, and a heating of barbaric drums, mingled with harsh shouts and cries, which to the cultured ears of this people seemed to have come from a troop of fiends let loose. Each looked at the other with ashy cheeks, and quaking with helpless fear. Weapons they had none. Some few swords, with chased silver hilts, were kept in cabinets as curiosities, relics of an almost forgotten age; but n...
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Add this copy of Cloud-Pictures: 1. the Exile of Von Adelstein's Soul. 2 to cart. $51.02, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2011 by Nabu Press.
