Henry Festing Jones

Henry Festing Jones

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Portrait of Henry Festing Jones Henry Festing Jones Diversions in Sicily

They were no longer in the theatre. They had wandered the woods with Marfisa, they had sought Bradamante in the leafy glades, they had found her dying in the grotto, they had received her last breath and the world would never be the same to them again. A voice that can do this is rare and, like the power of a giant, rarely found in the possession of one who knows how to use it worthily.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Henry Festing Jones Henry Festing Jones Diversions in Sicily

She was carried on men’s shoulders, her face constantly turned towards the town, through the Trapani gate and down the road to the little church of Santa Maria delle Grazie, while the drum went in front, filling the air with the mournfulness of its perpetual rhythm. As the picture passed among the people one of the women cried out—
“See how pale the face of the Madonna has become; it is with sorrow to leave the Mountain.”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Henry Festing Jones Henry Festing Jones Diversions in Sicily

Why should he be so constantly driven to use his strength? Why could he never use it without harming some one? Why was he born into a world where men played on his simplicity and women charmed him to destruction? These were the riddles that confused Samson. It seemed to him that he was no better than the Arabian giant who held the Princess of Bizerta in thrall—that cruel bully who cared not how many he killed, nor who they were, and believed every man to be as wicked as himself.
Source: Gutenberg

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