Their technic consisted in waving their tails and moving their heads in a regular succession of measured movements resulting in a cadence
which evidently pleased the eye of the Mahar as the cadence
of our own instrumental music pleases our ears.
Behind them came La, swaying too; but not in unison with the chanted cadence
The beating of the drum was in a slow, ponderous cadence
, at first without time but presently settling into a heavy rhythm to which the apes kept time with measured tread and swaying bodies.
Presently those about Tarzan began to dance to the cadence
of their solemn song.
in his speech, like the moan of a leaf-laden wind, "I am
But the doors were closed again at once, and Vronsky did not hear the end of the phrase and the cadence
of the accompaniment, though he knew from the thunder of applause that it was over.
She sang, and her voice flowed in a rich cadence
, swelling or dying away like a nightingale of the woods.
he cried suddenly, as the last cadence
of those noble Italian words died away on his lips; "I make an old fool of myself, and only weary you all
One more the same sound arose, as if from the bed of the river, and having broken out of the narrow bounds of the cliffs, was heard undulating through the forest, in distant and dying cadences
Phoebe's voice had always a pretty music in it, and could either enliven Clifford by its sparkle and gayety of tone, or soothe him by a continued flow of pebbly and brook-like cadences
At one or two favourite cadences
, he threw in a little assistance of his own, where the knight's voice seemed unable to carry the air so high as his worshipful taste approved.
At last a nightingale, lost in a thicket of shrubs, in the midst of its most melodious cadences
had fluted low and lower into stillness and fallen asleep.
The books he liked were queer; sometimes I would find him poring over the poems of Mallarme, and he read them as a child reads, forming the words with his lips, and I wondered what strange emotion he got from those subtle cadences
and obscure phrases; and again I found him absorbed in the detective novels of Gaboriau.
There were continual outbursts, melodies, unexpected cadences
, then simple phrases strewn with aerial and hissing notes; then floods of scales which would have put a nightingale to rout, but in which harmony was always present; then soft modulations of octaves which rose and fell, like the bosom of the young singer.
He takes, indeed, the old themes, and manages them better than their old masters, with more delicate cadences
, more delicate transitions of thought, through long dwelling on earlier practice.