Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Volumen3 |
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... thought . It was when the night came , when I had sought the silence of my room , the repose of my bed , that my impish nursling , Conscience , whom I had so carefully barred and bolted in my heart during the day , crept forth ...
... thought . It was when the night came , when I had sought the silence of my room , the repose of my bed , that my impish nursling , Conscience , whom I had so carefully barred and bolted in my heart during the day , crept forth ...
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... thought that though we should never meet again , that victory of love's truth over love's passion would leave me peaceful , whilst it would make him know that he had not erred in loving me with so pure and simple a trust . But my ...
... thought that though we should never meet again , that victory of love's truth over love's passion would leave me peaceful , whilst it would make him know that he had not erred in loving me with so pure and simple a trust . But my ...
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... thoughts to me of the solemn ceremony my presence would desecrate ; then had she repeated to me the language I should have to pronounce kneeling at the sacred shrine which nothing impure or wrong should approach un- less with remorse ...
... thoughts to me of the solemn ceremony my presence would desecrate ; then had she repeated to me the language I should have to pronounce kneeling at the sacred shrine which nothing impure or wrong should approach un- less with remorse ...
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... thoughts just then , I do not think I can gratify you . I might as well attempt to give names to the various hues or rather combinations of hues that shine in the revolving kaleidoscope , as to define the feelings which filled and faded ...
... thoughts just then , I do not think I can gratify you . I might as well attempt to give names to the various hues or rather combinations of hues that shine in the revolving kaleidoscope , as to define the feelings which filled and faded ...
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... thought seemed suspended - I seemed to have my being in a dream . Consciousness stirred when the direct questions were put to me . Wilt thou ? ' awoke me . Then my hand was raised by the clerk ; the clergyman received it ; another hand ...
... thought seemed suspended - I seemed to have my being in a dream . Consciousness stirred when the direct questions were put to me . Wilt thou ? ' awoke me . Then my hand was raised by the clerk ; the clergyman received it ; another hand ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.