cintare
= verbo trans. circondare con una cinta <
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The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him.<>
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He rushed to the gate, and grasping the ironrails with the energy of desperation, shook it till it rang again, andthrew himself against the thick wall as if to force a passage throughthe stone; but the strong building mocked his feeble efforts, and hebeat his hands together and wept like a child.<>
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The paling was low, though he well remembered the time that ithad seemed a high wall to him; and he looked over into the old garden.<>
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How am I to get into it?The wall is very low, sir, and your servant will give you a leg up.<>
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Whether hisbody partook in some degree of the elasticity of his mind, or whetherMr. Weller's notions of a gentle push were of a somewhat rougherdescription than Mr. Pickwick's, the immediate effect of his assistancewas to jerk that immortal gentleman completely over the wall on tothe bed beneath, where, after crushing three gooseberry-bushes and arose-tree, he finally alighted at full length.<>
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And with these thoughts, Mr. Pickwick cautiouslyretired to the angle of the wall in which he had been before ensconced;waiting until such time as he might deem it safe to repeat the signal.<>
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There was a low whispering inside, andthen a voice cried--'Who's there?That's not Job,' thought Mr. Pickwick, hastily drawing himself straightup against the wall again.<>
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By the time they alighted there, it wasquite dark; and, proceeding by the dead wall in front of the VeterinaryHospital, they entered a small by-street, which is, or was at that time,called Little College Street, and which, whatever it may be now, wasin those days a desolate place enough, surrounded by little else thanfields and ditches.<>
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Then again I sing till the roof doth ring And it echoes from wall to wall-- To the stout old wight, fair welcome to-night, As the King of the Seasons all!'This song was tumultuously applauded--for friends and dependents makea capital audience--and the poor relations, especially, were in perfectecstasies of rapture.<>
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Here the little woman rubbed her hands,and looked steadily over Mr. Bob Sawyer's head, at the wall behind him.<>
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Raddle tossed her head, bit herlips, rubbed her hands harder, and looked at the wall more steadilythan ever.<>
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As Sam Weller said this, he tucked up his wristbands, at theimminent hazard of falling off the wall in so doing, to intimate hisreadiness to set to work immediately.<>
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Mr. Winkle himself, inspired by theoccasion, was on the wall in a moment, merely pausing to request Sam tobe careful of his master.<>
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In the agonies of composition, theelderly gentleman looked sometimes at the carpet, sometimes at theceiling, and sometimes at the wall; and when neither carpet, ceiling,nor wall afforded the requisite degree of inspiration, he looked out ofthe window.<>
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As they passed Mr. Pickwick, he could hear the female sobbitterly; and once she burst into such a passion of grief, that she wascompelled to lean against the wall for support, while the man took thechild in his arms, and tried to soothe her.<>
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Most of our readers willremember, that, until within a very few years past, there was a kind ofiron cage in the wall of the Fleet Prison, within which was posted someman of hungry looks, who, from time to time, rattled a money-box, andexclaimed in a mournful voice, 'Pray, remember the poor debtors; prayremember the poor debtors.<>
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I'm wery much mistaken if that 'ere Jingle worn'ta-doin somethin' in the water-cart way!'The area formed by the wall in that part of the Fleet in which Mr.Pickwick stood was just wide enough to make a good racket-court; oneside being formed, of course, by the wall itself, and the other by thatportion of the prison which looked (or rather would have looked, but forthe wall) towards St.<>
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It was dusk turningto dark; and as all that mountain air sharpens suddenly after sunset, asmall stove stood on the flagstones, glowing with red eyes like agoblin, and painting a red pattern on the pavement; but scarcely a rayof it reached the lower bricks of the great bare, brown brick wall thatwent soaring up above them into the deep blue night.<>
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"This garden wall we're walking underis at the end of the grounds of Sir Humphrey Gwynne, better known as Mr.Justice Gwynne, the old judge who made such a row about spying duringthe war.<>
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I wish this wall were a little lower, or I were a little lighter;but it's got to be tried.<>
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"(Chesterton The secret of father Brown ) They moved hastily along and found a place where the wall seemed tostoop abruptly, almost as if it had half-sunk into the earth; and agarden tree, flamboyant with the gayest garden blossom, straggled out ofthe dark enclosure and was gilded by the gleam of a solitary street-lamp.<>
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"(Chesterton The secret of father Brown ) "And if it had anything to do with it," said the priest very gently, "itlooks as if there was one person who had nothing to do with it; and thatis Mr. Michael Flood, who entered the garden over the wall in anirregular fashion, and then tried to leave it in the same irregularfashion.<>
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They lay littered on the carpet,along with pale and gleaming fragments of a broken mirror, of which thealmost empty frame hung behind them on the wall at the end of thevestibule.<>
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Hence, to see the sapphire Gates of Bluebeard's BluePalace, or portions of the Enchanted Grove of Golden Orange Trees,leaning up against the wall to be festooned with cobwebs or nibbled bymice, did not give him that soothing sense of a return to simplicitywhich we all ought to have when given a glimpse of that wonderland ofour childhood.<>
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(Chesterton The secret of father Brown ) They were now floating past the low wall and the steep strips of backgarden running down from the back doors to the river.<>
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"(Chesterton The secret of father Brown ) A minute or two afterwards they had clambered over the little wall andwere mounting the steep cobbled paths of the little garden, with itsrectangular beds of vegetables and flowers.<>
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Through one open door, in thelength of the wall opposite, they could see the Gothic arches and theglimmer of daylight between them, marking the square open space, roundthe roofed border of which the monks had walked in older days.<>
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"That's their only idea of pardoninga poor fellow for a piece of folly; to wall him up alive and starve himto death with fasts and penances and pictures of hell-fire.<>
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He set a wall of sandand silence between you and what really happened on that horrible redshore, abandoned to the raging spirits of Judas and of Cain.<>
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