undimmed

His keen grey eyes were undimmed, and the only lines upon his face were the lines of iron character and determination that always had been there since first I remembered him, nearly thirty-five years before.

I could only grasp her more quickly yet, for even while she spoke the hideous plain presence stood undimmed and undaunted.

"That will I not, in sooth," said he of the White Moon; "live the fame of the lady Dulcinea's beauty undimmed as ever; all I require is that the great Don Quixote retire to his own home for a year, or for so long a time as shall by me be enjoined upon him, as we agreed before engaging in this combat."

"It is there, undimmed, clearer and brighter than ever.

Her grand head was raised; her soft gray eyes shone again undimmed by tears.

They had gone forth together into their life of sorrow, and they would never more see the sunshine undimmed by remembered cares.

The tankards are on the side-table still, but the bossed silver is undimmed by handling, and there are no dregs to send forth unpleasant suggestions: the only prevailing scent is of the lavender and rose-leaves that fill the vases of Derbyshire spar.

Clayton did not reply, but within him rose a new respect for Frenchmen which remained undimmed ever after.

Your mother's beauty kept Helium at war for many years, and--well, Tara of Helium, if I were a young man I should doubtless be willing to set all Barsoom afire to win you, as I still would to keep your divine mother," and he smiled across the sorapus table and its golden service at the undimmed beauty of Mars' most beautiful woman.

IN a quiet, pleasant meadow, Beneath a summer sky, Where green old trees their branches waved, And winds went singing by; Where a little brook went rippling So musically low, And passing clouds cast shadows On the waving grass below; Where low, sweet notes of brooding birds Stole out on the fragrant air, And golden sunlight shone undimmed On al1 most fresh and fair;-- There bloomed a lovely sisterhood Of happy little flowers, Together in this pleasant home, Through quiet summer hours.

Mr Davies is now into his seventh decade but his inimitable muse remains undimmed, as After The Fall, a sparkling track from his forthcoming new album, Other People's Lives, proved.

"But the underlying philosophy is one shared by all in government and will continue undimmed."