"Bacchantic" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... his eyes there gleamed and burned that same mockery and his crooked legs continued their mad dance. "Lo! lo! lo!" he seemed to sing, shaking his flute, laughing and jeering at everything, and raising boldly to the sun his head which was crowned as though with a bacchantic wreath by the withered leaves ...
— The Comedienne • Wladyslaw Reymont |
