It was a scene mysterious and romantic enough to kindle the raptures of love, but Anna felt cold, melancholy, and apprehensive of vague sorrows.
The pale face, large, melancholy eyes, and long, thin arms, were a silent accusation.
She was touched by the sad, kind look on his face, the melancholy impress of the sea.
The atmosphere of Manor Terrace afflicted him, too, with a melancholy gloom—him, who had created it.
Her melancholy became grim, sardonic; if she was doomed to destruction, so let it be.
It seemed a face for the cloister, austere in contour, fervent in expression, the severity of it mollified by that resigned and spiritual melancholy peculiar to women who through the error of destiny have been born into a wrong environment.
Because he'll be a Sad Tigger, a Melancholy Tigger, a Small and Sorry Tigger, an Oh-Rabbit-I-am-glad-to-see-you Tigger.
" "The really exciting part," said Eeyore in his most melancholy voice, "is that when I left it this morning it was there, and when I came back it wasn't.
Deeper than melancholy, lies heart-break.
It had been a pleasant day: it would have been perfect, but for the breathing of melancholy which had dimmed its sunshine a moment.
You deemed yourself a melancholy sober-sides enough!
Bending my steps to the old historical quarter of the town, whose hoar and overshadowed precincts I always sought by instinct in melancholy moods, I wandered on from street to street, till, having crossed a half deserted "place" or square, I found myself before a sort of broker's shop; an ancient place, full of ancient things.
By nature he was a feeler and a thinker; over his emotions and his reflections spread a mellowing of melancholy; more than a mellowing: in trouble and bereavement it became a cloud.
" "I do not give way to melancholy.
There sat a silent sufferer—a nervous, melancholy man.
She would pine away in green and yellow melancholy if she had not my six feet of iniquity to scold.
The Doctor and I, having paced down the walk, were now returning; the reflex from the window again lit his face: he smiled, but his eye was melancholy.
It is melancholy outside and in.
It was a most melancholy vigil and ended by each of us falling asleep in our chairs.
From a dull murmur it swelled into a deep roar, and then sank back into a melancholy, throbbing murmur once again.
