Even our digestion is governed by angels," said Blake; and if you will resist the trivial inclination to substitute "bad angels," is there really any greater mystery
than the process by which beef is turned into brains, and beer into beauty?
AN IMPENETRABLE MYSTERY
IS DESTINED TO HANG FOR EVER.
As compared with the usual type of Mystery
plays the Moralities had for the writers this advantage, that they allowed some independence in the invention of the story; and how powerful they might be made in the hands of a really gifted author has been finely demonstrated in our own time by the stage-revival of the best of them, 'Everyman' (which is probably a translation from a Dutch original).
The populace thronged the avenues of the law courts in particular, because they knew that the Flemish ambassadors, who had arrived two days previously, intended to be present at the representation of the mystery
, and at the election of the Pope of the Fools, which was also to take place in the grand hall.
After the events of that night, of the mystery
of the inexplicable gallery, of the prodigious fact of the presence of the murderer in her room, it seemed to me that all our thoughts might have been translated into the words which were addressed to her.
It was a great mystery
to Herr Skopf--and, doubtless, still is.
Hooper about the mystery
, before it should grow into a scandal.
The important mystery
mentioned by the Rhetor, though it aroused his curiosity, did not seem to him essential, and the second aim, that of purifying and regenerating himself, did not much interest him because at that moment he felt with delight that he was already perfectly cured of his former faults and was ready for all that was good.
Golden Milestone was the beautiful name the Awkward Man had given his home; and there was a mystery
about it, as readers of the first volume of these chronicles will recall.
He was the voice of beauty and of woe, Passion and mystery
and the dread unknown; Pure as the mountains of perpetual snow, Cold as the icy winds that round them moan, Dark as the eaves wherein earth's thunders groan, Wild as the tempests of the upper sky, Sweet as the faint, far-off celestial tone of angel whispers, fluttering from on high, And tender as love's tear when youth and beauty die.
Through the dark interior he strode straight to the opposite door which let upon the court of mystery
Agno, who had ruled by fear so long in his house of mystery
, did not know love.