The neighborhood is rich in legendary
treasures of the kind.
Hunsden himself is a polite man in his own house: he has, when he chooses to employ it, an inexhaustible power of entertaining guests; his very mansion too is interesting, the rooms look storied, the passages legendary
, the low-ceiled chambers, with their long rows of diamond-paned lattices, have an old-world, haunted air: in his travels he hall collected stores of articles of VERTU, which are well and tastefully disposed in his panelled or tapestried rooms: I have seen there one or two pictures, and one or two pieces of statuary which many an aristocratic connoisseur might have envied.
By many a legendary
tale of violence and wrong, as well as by events which have passed before their eyes, these people have been taught to look upon white men with abhorrence.
The Druid and the Roman are too far off for matters of detail; but it seems to me the Saxon and the Angles are near enough to yield material for legendary
This tale begins among a tangle of tales round a name that is at once recent and legendary
For some time no more was heard of them; then news came of Ellen's marriage to an immensely rich Polish nobleman of legendary
fame, whom she had met at a ball at the Tuileries, and who was said to have princely establishments in Paris, Nice and Florence, a yacht at Cowes, and many square miles of shooting in Transylvania.
Scores of persons have deliriously found themselves made parties in Jarndyce and Jarndyce without knowing how or why; whole families have inherited legendary
hatreds with the suit.
Nothing could be more weird than the appearance of these seemingly basaltic summits; they stood out in fantastic profile against the sombre sky, and the beholder might have fancied them to be the legendary
ruins of some vast city of the middle ages, such as the icebergs of the polar seas sometimes mimic them in nights of gloom.
They strolled on, refashioning these legendary
It was the ancient harp of the pictured Muses and the legendary
Haska--a dim legendary
figure of a generation ago, who went back up the mountain and cleared six acres of brush in the tiny valley that took his name.
The yellow trees were mirrored in the placid stream, with now and then a leaf falling on the water, mayhap to drift away and be used, as Uncle Blair suggested, by some adventurous wood sprite who had it in mind to fare forth to some far-off, legendary
region where all the brooks ran into the sea.