Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Том 3 |
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... me by the tenderness of his tone , the rapt devotion of his embrace . When he left me I was happy and tranquil . His was a nature radiant with rays in which I VOL . III . C found a keen luxury in basking . The pure light PERPLEXITY . 17.
... me by the tenderness of his tone , the rapt devotion of his embrace . When he left me I was happy and tranquil . His was a nature radiant with rays in which I VOL . III . C found a keen luxury in basking . The pure light PERPLEXITY . 17.
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William Clark Russell. found a keen luxury in basking . The pure light of his calm sweet heart wrought upon me as the sun upon the earth ; giving vitality to what was dead , development to what was latent , luxuriance to what had ...
William Clark Russell. found a keen luxury in basking . The pure light of his calm sweet heart wrought upon me as the sun upon the earth ; giving vitality to what was dead , development to what was latent , luxuriance to what had ...
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... my soul to eclipse its light . I left his sweet embrace garlanded by victory ; I had not only won my happiness , but I had won the knowledge how to enjoy it . CHAPTER II . I HAD expected that Frank would have 20 PERPLEXITY .
... my soul to eclipse its light . I left his sweet embrace garlanded by victory ; I had not only won my happiness , but I had won the knowledge how to enjoy it . CHAPTER II . I HAD expected that Frank would have 20 PERPLEXITY .
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... light to the lamp . Love in your eyes is a mere agency that is to be rendered useful by subordinating it to self- interest . We take opposite views ; we can never reconcile them ; it would be only a waste of time and perhaps of temper ...
... light to the lamp . Love in your eyes is a mere agency that is to be rendered useful by subordinating it to self- interest . We take opposite views ; we can never reconcile them ; it would be only a waste of time and perhaps of temper ...
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... light gray did not make it more inviting . Had it been black , one might hope to have seen it sometimes melt , dimmed by a tear , saddened by an emotion , softened by pleasure or grief . But from that hard wintry gray no dew was ever ...
... light gray did not make it more inviting . Had it been black , one might hope to have seen it sometimes melt , dimmed by a tear , saddened by an emotion , softened by pleasure or grief . But from that hard wintry gray no dew was ever ...
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Сторінка 8 - I REQUIRE and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it.
Сторінка 19 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Сторінка 90 - Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed. One may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house, and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun.
Сторінка 85 - As fills a father's eyes with light; And pleasures flow in so thick and fast Upon his heart, that he at last Must needs express his love's excess With words of unmeant bitterness. Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other, To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty 670 At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity.