Chi lo sa?"
She shrugged her broad, graceless shoulders. "It isn't he! It isn't Antonio!" bleated a pale and disappointed voice, with a peculiarly irritating timbre. It was the voice of the old woman, who now darted over Maddalena Bernari's shoulder a hostile glance at Hermione. "Madonna Santissima!" baaed the woman with the blue-black hair. "Perhaps he will not be let out to-day!"
The old woman began to cry feebly, yet angrily. "Courage, Madre Teresa!" said Fabiano. "Antonio will be here to-day for a certainty.英文原著 · 《A Spirit in Prison》
VENTIDIUS. Would I could not! But wherefore waste I precious hours with thee! Thou art her darling mischief, her chief engine, Antony's other fate. Go, tell thy queen, Ventidius is arrived, to end her charms. Let your Egyptian timbrels play alone, Nor mix effeminate sounds with Roman trumpets, You dare not fight for Antony; go pray And keep your cowards' holiday in temples. [Exeunt ALEXAS, SERAPION.]英文原著 · 《All For Love》
At one door enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMION, IRAS, and ALEXAS, a Train of EGYPTIANS: at the other ANTONY and ROMANS. The entrance on both sides is prepared by music; the trumpets first sounding on Antony's part: then answered by timbrels, etc., on CLEOPATRA'S. CHARMION and IRAS hold a laurel wreath betwixt them. A Dance of EGYPTIANS. After the ceremony, CLEOPATRA crowns ANTONY.英文原著 · 《All For Love》
Thinking, mechanism of, 243; and symbol, 244. THOMPSON, 433. THOMSON, 2. TIGERSTEDT, 192. Timbre, vocal, 46; influence of emo- tions on, 47; corroborative value of, 47. Time, and image, 237; of day and mental processes, 245; children's sense of, 368; influence on concep- tion, 383; and isolation, 397. Timidity, 75. Toes, 104.英文原著 · 《Criminal Psychology》
1-5) I prithee, clear-voiced Muse, daughter of mighty Zeus, sing of the mother of all gods and men. She is well-pleased with the sound of rattles and of timbrels, with the voice of flutes and the outcry of wolves and bright-eyed lions, with echoing hills and wooded coombes.英文原著 · 《Hesiod, The Homeric Hymns, and Homerica》
"Fiddlesticks!" retorted the lady, "the timbre is quite different! Bellward, I believe you're in love! Don't tell me you've been running after that hank of hair that Mortimer is so devoted to!" She glanced in Mortimer's direction, but that gentleman was engaged in earnest conversation with Behrend and the tall man.英文原著 · 《Okewood of the Secret Service》