“Though the face before me was that of a young woman of certainly not more than thirty years, in perfect health and the first flush of ripened beauty, yet it bore stamped upon it a seal of unutterable experience, and of deep acquaintance with grief and passion. Not even the slow smile that crept about the dimples of her mouth could hide the shadow of sin and sorrow. It shone even in the light of those glorious eyes, it was present in the air of majesty, and it seemed to say: 'Behold me, lovely as no woman was or is, undying and half-divine; memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.” LifeAgeBeautySorrowImmortalityGoddess Book:She Source: She
“Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.” KnowsMadeDoneHandsAgePassionEvilMemoriesSorrowRedemptionAcquaintanceLeading Me Book:All Adventure: She Who Must Be Obeyed Source: All Adventure: She Who Must Be Obeyed
“Now, after these things were done, the Pharaoh and his Queen drove through the hosts of Egypt in their golden chariot, and received the homage of the hosts ere they departed northwards for Thebes. At nightfall they returned again and sat side by side at the marriage feast, and once more Tua swept her harp of ivory and gold, and sang the ancient song of him who dared much for love, and won the prize.” LoveDoneAgeSongSidesGoldAncientGoldenQueensSatPrizeHostEgyptHomageHarpsIvoryDepartedChariotsNightfallPharaohs Book:Morning Star Source: Morning Star
“Think then what it is to live on here eternally and yet be human; toage in soul and see our beloved die and pass to lands whither we maynot hope to follow; to wait while drop by drop the curse of the longcenturies falls upon our imperishable being, like water slow drippingon a diamond that it cannot wear, till they be born anew forgetful ofus, and again sink from our helpless arms into the void unknowable.” ThinkingLoveHumansSoulAgeDiesFallWaitingWaterBornLandArmsBelovedCurseVoidDiamondHelplessForgetful Book:Delphi Works of H. Rider Haggard (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Works of H. Rider Haggard (Illustrated)
