There was another fond, grateful nestling kiss, and some of the Psalms were gone through in the soft, full cadences of a voice that had gained unconscious pathos by having many times used them as a trustful lullaby to a weary sufferer.
Bigot was not impenetrable to that low voice so full of pathos and love.
A song of wonderfulpathos and beauty had just been brought down from the wilds of the Ottawa, and become universally sung in New France.
The change from the bacchanalian riot in the great hall to the solemnpathos and woe of the secret chamber sobered him rapidly.
There were tears in my own eyes, I knew; there had grown to be such a pathos in those women's voices.
To me, the message was one of infinite pathos and rebuke, speaking of a heroism beyond my poor conception, of a height of glory of which I had not dreamed.
They sang them ever with pathos in their voices and tears in their eyes.
I could not but be a partial judge, yet I thought that these verses too had a sweet sincere pathos of their own.
In it the writer strikes the universal chords of sympathy and pathos and heroic elevation.
A smile quivered and died on Angelica's lips, while the pathos in her expression drew the other to her as if there were a visible wound to be healed.
They were all alike, united in their dreadful pathos by the condition of illness--and as a mere matter of excitement there was little to choose between diphtheria and pneumonia.
She never spoke a word, but I could tell all the time that she was trying to gain something, that she was using every bit of her charm and her pathos for some purpose I could not discover.
Though he was unusually tall, he carried his height with the ease of an invincible dignity and self-possession; and she had already discerned that his sister's pathos had no part in the tempestuous ardour and gaiety of his nature.
The colour of her skin faded to ivory, her long, slender limbs trembled and wavered, and the pathos of her look was intensified into the image of tragedy.
Before her eyes the seasons changed, all grim, but one by the very pathos of brevity sad.
Tears sprang to the girl's eyes at the subtle pathos of his attitude.
But if an effect of true pathos is sought, the sympathy of the observer must be aroused; we must awaken in him the emotion we describe.
A people with genuine aesthetic perceptions creates traditional forms and expresses the simple pathos of its life, in unchanging but significant themes, repeated by generation after generation.
If the temper of his tyranny were purposely cruel, he might add to that aesthetic delight the luxury of Schadenfreude; but the pathos and horror of the sight could only appeal to a man who realized and shared the sufferings he beheld.
The pathos of the part, and not its comic aspects, had most impressed him.
His pathos was not far behind his humor--though he used it sparingly.
After all, there is more pathos than humor in his periodic visits to the penguins.
In the Mahabhàrata, one of the two great Hindoo poems, and of unknown antiquity, there is a recognition of the obligation of man to a dependent creature not surpassed in pathos in all literature.
It calls and listens: earth and sky, Hushed by the pathos of its fate, Listen: no whisper of reply Comes from the doom-dissevered mate.
May the lessons of kindness and dependence here taught with so much poetical beauty and with such mingled justice, pathos and humor, find a permanent lodgment in the hearts of all who may read them!
The stern fight and the victory of the life, and the self-sacrifice and the pathos of the death appealed to these men, who loved fight and could understand sacrifice.
Not even the very old called him young, and there was a pathos about him that attracted the attention of those with whom he had lived so long.
The pathos of this almost brought tears to Priscilla Glenn's eyes.
Poor little girl," he breathed over her as her white face dropped with unconscious pathos against his big shoulder.
Despite Gordon's vigorous and healthful manhood, there seemed always a certain pathos of life surrounding him.
It is a book which does one good to read and which is not readily forgotten; for in it are mingled inextricably the elements of humor and pathos and also a strain of generous feeling which uplifts and humanizes.
The pathos of her voice, her small face, touched him to a manlier emotion.
Miss Quigley is an ass; but we are made to sympathise entirely with the ass, because of that morsel of pathos as to her mother's letters.
It is all satire; but there is generally a touch ofpathos even through the satire.
Here, in his verses as in his prose, the charm of Thackeray's work lies in the mingling of humour with pathos and indignation.
There are many who are carried into a heaven of pathos by the woes of a Master of Ravenswood, who fail altogether to be touched by the enduring constancy of a Dobbin.
With suffering came submission, with repentance came regeneration, and the power of the woman yet to be, touched with beauty the pathos of the woman now passing through the fire.
Stepping in she sat down and gave Moor another surprise, as from her slender throat there came a voice whose power and pathos made a tragedy of the simple ballad she was singing.
It was exactly that combination of pathos and grace and art that suited his cultured fancy and the long habit of his trained life.
The passionate yearning of the purest love, the pathos of unselfish grief, found a fit utterance in notes of an inimitable sweetness, and in melodies whose dainty phrases were ennobled and mellowed at once by delicate art and loftiest feeling.
The instinctive pathos of inanimate things, of forms and colours, was perceived in sound, and much that hitherto seemed paltry and frivolous was refined and ennobled.
Miss Carey has the gift of writing naturally and simply, her pathos is true and unforced, and her conversations are sprightly and sharp.
She felt how poor and bare her life had been, how deserted by these gracious creatures of the imagination, how unblessed by the purest, the truest art--the art of pathos and of love.
There is a great pathos in the fact that in so stern and hard a life there was time or place for any gardens at all.
I think the sadness of autumn, or the pathos of it, is like that of elderly people.
