"Palpitate" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Paletot palto. Paling palisaro—ajxo. Palisade palisaro—ajxo. Pall supersati. Pall cxerkokovrilo. Palliasse pajla matraco. Pallid palega. Pallet paletro. Palm (of hand) manplato. Palm palmobrancxo. Palm-tree palmarbo. Palpable palpebla. Palpitate korbati, palpiti. Palpitation korbato—ado. Palsy paralizeto. Paltry triviala. Pamper dorloti. Pamphlet pamfleto. Pan tervazo. Pane vitrajxo. Panegyric lauxdado. Panegyrist lauxdegisto. Panel enkadrajxo. ...
— English-Esperanto Dictionary • John Charles O'Connor and Charles Frederic Hayes
... with their arms folded across, and each standing in her appropriate station. Shall I call this the court of Indra? or is it a descent on the part of the fairies? an involuntary sigh of rapture escaped [from my breast], and my heart began to palpitate; but I forcibly restrained myself. Regarding them all around, I advanced on; but my feet became each as heavy as a hundred mans. [218] Whenever I gazed on one of those lovely women, my heart was unwilling to proceed farther. On one side [of the saloon] a screen was suspended, and a stool set ...
— Bagh O Bahar, Or Tales of the Four Darweshes • Mir Amman of Dihli
... were still charitably lowered. Several girls were crying now, but without a sound. And, as the last, awful moments drew near, even Bertha was hushed, and of all the odd hundreds of throats not one dared to cough. Laura's heart began to palpitate, for she felt the approach of the final climax, Mr. Strachey's periods growing ever slower ...
— The Getting of Wisdom • Henry Handel Richardson
... things. Where a woman is vulnerable, on the side of pity, for instance, which so readily turns to love, Josiana was not. Not that she was unfeeling. The ancient comparison of flesh to marble is absolutely false. The beauty of flesh consists in not being marble: its beauty is to palpitate, to tremble, to blush, to bleed, to have firmness without hardness, to be white without being cold, to have its sensations and its infirmities; its beauty is to be life, ...
— The Man Who Laughs • Victor Hugo
... being so menacing that a guard must needs be on duty throughout the night. The leaping flames of the fire cast long lines of red and yellow and a sort of luminous brown far into the river, where the reflection seemed to palpitate in the pulsations of the current. No other sign of life was in the night scene, save in the opposite direction, amidst the white vapors, the gem-like gleam of a steamer's chimney-lights, all ruby and emerald, as a packet was slowly rounding the neighboring point. Hoxer could ...
— The Crucial Moment - 1911 • Charles Egbert Craddock (AKA Mary Noailles Murfree)
... could never deliver herself in print as she did with her lips." Emerson, in perfect agreement with this estimate says, "Her pen was a non-conductor." The reader will not think this true in her letters, where often the words seem to palpitate. Doubtless the world had no business to see her love letters, but one will find there a woman who, if she could speak as she writes, must have poured ...
— Daughters of the Puritans - A Group of Brief Biographies • Seth Curtis Beach
... silent, in spite of that queer composite sound of voices, and shuffling feet, and the occasional squeak of chair legs from above—a silence that seemed to belong to this miserable hole alone, that seemed immune from all extraneous noises. And after a time, in a curious way, the silence seemed to palpitate, to beat upon the ear-drums, to grow ...
— The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale • Frank L. Packard
... lazily lay. Now each visitor shall confess The sad valley's restlessness. 10 Nothing there is motionless, Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic solitude. Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas 15 Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet Heaven Uneasily, from morn till even, Over the violets there that lie 20 In myriad types of the human eye, Over the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! ...
— Selections From Poe • J. Montgomery Gambrill |
