A gradual warmth, a languorous weariness passed over him descending along his spine from his closely cowled head.
The sentiment of the opening bars, their languor and supple movement, evoked the incommunicable emotion which had been the cause of all his day’s unrest and of his impatient movement of a moment before.
Only at times, in the pauses of his desire, when the luxury that was wasting him gave room to a softer languor, the image of Mercedes traversed the background of his memory.
What was their languid grace but the softness of chambering?
And still you hold our longing gaze With languorous look and lavish limb!
He closed his eyes in the languor of sleep.
While his soul had passed from ecstasy to languor where had she been?
Her eyes, dark and with a look of languor, were opening to his eyes.
Yes, it was her body he smelt, a wild and languid smell, the tepid limbs over which his music had flowed desirously and the secret soft linen upon which her flesh distilled odour and a dew.