"Whither are you going in such a hurry, wise Ulysses?" asked Quicksilver. "Do you not know that this island is enchanted?
"Yes," answered Quicksilver. "He was once a king, named Picus, and a pretty good sort of a king, too, only rather too proud of his purple robe, and his crown, and the golden chain about his neck; so he was forced to take the shape of a gaudy-feathered bird.
"It will require all your wisdom," said Quicksilver, "and a little of my own into the bargain, to keep your royal and sagacious self from being transformed into a fox.
"You well know what gormandizers they were," replied Quicksilver; and rogue that he was, he could not help laughing at the joke.
And with every revolution of the wheels beneath him, the unquiet quicksilver
in his breast told him that at midsummer he would be in London.
Lake Gladys--my own lake--lay like a sheet of quicksilver
before me, with a reflected moon shining brightly in the center of it.
It is a mirror which no stone can crack, whose quicksilver
will never wear off, whose gilding Nature continually repairs; no storms, no dust, can dim its surface ever fresh; -- a mirror in which all impurity presented to it sinks, swept and dusted by the sun's hazy brush -- this the light dust-cloth -- which retains no breath that is breathed on it, but sends its own to float as clouds high above its surface, and be reflected in its bosom still.
As we approached it, there was the wooden drawbridge and the beautiful broad moat as still and luminous as quicksilver
in the cold, winter sunshine.
The other day he was pretending to tap a man's brain and get quicksilver
out of it."
But all was glassy calm, each great sea, of all the orderly procession of great seas, heaving up, round-topped and mountainous, like so much quicksilver
"Am I red, Josette?" she said, going to a mirror, from which the quicksilver
was peeling, and which presented her features to her upside down.
What that was, whether essence of quicksilver
, or a few drops of hartshorn, there is no telling.
The creeks, winding their way from the sea to the village, shone like quicksilver
beneath the vivid sunshine.
!" said Don Quixote, "aye and what is more, a legion of devils, folk that can travel and make others travel without being weary, exactly as the whim seizes them.
It had become substantial as water or quicksilver
. He had a feeling that he could reach into it and tear it out in chunks as one might do with the meat in the carcass of a steer; that he could seize hold of the wind and hang on to it as a man might hang on to the face of a cliff.