"Molten" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... pillar, had eagerly watched all that passed; he saw with astonishment that the cross, in falling upon the steps, which were more exposed to the rain than the platform, smoked and made a noise like molten lead when thrown into water. While the public attention was elsewhere engaged, he advanced and touched it lightly with his bare hand, which was immediately scorched. Seized with indignation, with ...
— Serge Panine • Georges Ohnet
... if they be. Give me thine hand. Thou hast mine eyes beneath thy father's brow, - And therefore bears it not the traitor's brand. Swear—But I would not bid thee swear in vain Nor bind thee ere thine own soul understand, Ere thine own heart be molten with my pain, To do such work for bitter love of me As haply, knowing my heart, thou wert not fain - Even thou—to take upon thee—bind on thee - Set all thy soul to do ...
— Locrine - A Tragedy • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... leagues of plain from night we fled upon a pulsing train; For breath of morn, outside I stood. Then up a carmine stain Flushed calm and rich the long, low east, deep reddening till the sun Eyed from its molten fires and shot strange arrows, one by one On certain fields, and on a wood of distant evergreen, And fairy opal blues and pinks on all the snows between: (Broad earth had never such a flower, as in my country grows, When at the rising winter sun, the ...
— Thoughts, Moods and Ideals: Crimes of Leisure • W.D. Lighthall
... sunny, nights moon-lit. To the right,—not discernible, but he knows they are there,—the swelling hills of Catalonia and of Andalusia, the marvellous Moorish ruins, the murmurs of the Guadalquivir; to the left, a broad sweep of burnished sea, on which, late into the night, the moon pours a stream of molten silver, that comes rocking and widening toward him, and vanishes in the shadow of the ship. The cruise has been a splendid venture for him,—twenty-five thousand at the least. And as he paces the decks,—in the view only of the silent man at the wheel and of the silent stars,—he ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 104, June, 1866 • Various
... made ridiculous in it. That was the whole which I heard,—all that I knew. No one told me what really was said of me; wherein lay the amusement and the ludicrous. It is doubly painful to be ridiculed when we don't know wherefore we are so. The information operated like molten lead dropped into a wound, and agonized me cruelly. It was not till after my return to Denmark that I read this book, and found that what was said of me in it, was really nothing in itself which was worth laying to heart. It was ...
— The True Story of My Life • Hans Christian Andersen
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