Had Phoebe been coarse in feature, shaped clumsily, of a
harsh voice, and uncouthly mannered, she might have been rich with all good gifts, beneath this unfortunate exterior, and still, so long as she wore the guise of woman, she would have shocked Clifford, and depressed him by her lack of beauty.
They are noisy, uttering several
harsh cries, one of which is like that of the English rook, hence the sealers always call them rooks.
He was used to the
harsh callousness of factory girls and working women.
And do you not also think, as I do, that the
harsh feeling which the many entertain towards philosophy originates in the pretenders, who rush in uninvited, and are always abusing them, and finding fault with them, who make persons instead of things the theme of their conversation?
It was not harsh or shrill as when she talked to her husband, but was like rain falling on trees.
In the woods an intense silence seemed to lie over every- thing and suddenly out of the silence came the old man's harsh and insistent voice.
He did not believe that the man who turned up his face and in a harsh voice shouted at the sky was his grandfather at all.
And when he chose to speak a harsh thought, it was ten-fold harsher than ordinarily, because it seemed to proceed out of such profundity of cogitation, because it was as prodigiously deliberate in its incubation as it was in its enunciation.
The lips, the eyes, the lines were harsh as his thoughts were harsh.
Opposite him, engaged in stirring the fire with the toe of his right boot, was a coarse, vulgar young man of about thirty, with a sallow face and
harsh voice; evidently possessed of that knowledge of the world, and captivating freedom of manner, which is to be acquired in public-house parlours, and at low billiard tables.
"Who art thou, rascal?" said he at last, in a loud, harsh voice.
Prythee, tell me, sweet chuck, why wearest thou that dainty garb upon thy pretty body?" At these words the other broke into a short, harsh roar of laughter.
"An thou likest not my clothes," said Robin in a harsh voice like that of Guy of Gisbourne, "thou mayst shut thine eyes.
That cheerful eye, under the influ- ence of slavery, soon became red with rage; that voice, made all of sweet accord, changed to one of
harsh and horrid discord; and that angelic face gave place to that of a demon.
I thank our senior party leaders and central parliamentary board members for nominating me," an elated
Harsh Vardhan said as his followers celebrated the news outside his East Delhi residence.