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Updated: June 7, 2025
Nay, nay, my daughters, for it doth me grieve Exceedingly, even for your sakes, that I Do under this so great affliction lie. And here they wept again. And Orpah kiss'd Her mother, But Ruth would be not dismiss'd But clave unto her: unto whom she spake And said, Behold, thy sister is gone back, With her own gods, and people to abide, Go thou along with her.
Left his lodging at Launceston this mornin', and trudged ivery foot o' the way. A thirsty land, Jack neither horse's meat nor man's meat therein, nor a chair to sit down on: an' three women only have I kiss'd this day!" He broke off and look'd at Joan. "Beggin' the lady's pardon for sea manners and way o' speech."
"He told' her that she' was the joy' of his life', And if' she'd con-sent' he would make her his wife'; She could' not refuse' him; to church' so they went', Young Will was forgot', and young Sue' was content'; And then' was she kiss'd' and set down' on his knee', No man' in the world' was so lov'-ing as he'!" Mrs. Yeobright burst in from the outer room.
What Words can describe the Raptures, the melting passionate Tenderness, with which we kiss'd each other, continuing in our Embrace, with the most extatic Joy, a Space, which if Time had been measured here as on Earth, could not have been less than half a Year."
Nor this, with its excruciating simplicity, its descriptive accent of 1798: I see a blooming Wood-boy there, And, if I had the power to say How sorrowful the wanderer is, Your heart would be as sad as his Till you had kiss'd his tears away!
His boyish voice rang out clear and true, softening on the refrain to an indescribable tenderness that steeped the old song in the very essence of mystery and love. "As I kiss'd off her tears, I was nigh broken-hearted! Savourneen deelish, signan O!"
Good Gods! what Words can describe the Raptures, the melting passionate Tenderness, with which we kiss'd each other, continuing in our Embrace, with the most extatic Joy, a Space, which if Time had been measured here as on Earth, could not have been less than half a Year." From the death of Mrs.
"She had waited for their coming, She had kiss'd them o'er and o'er And they were so fondly treasured For the words of love they bore, Words that whispered in the silence, She had listened till his tone Seemed to linger in the echo 'Darling, thou art all mine own!" MRS. J. C. NEAL.
There is one touch, and only the intuitive artist of humanity and of life could have known it, and given it only one touch of consolation that could be left him, and it comes to Othello as he is dying! "I kiss'd thee, 'ere I kill'd thee." He fastens on this as a starving man fastens on a crumb of bread. Why is this so true as to be almost intolerable and yet so beautiful?
Untroubled in his look, and untroubled in his breast, The knight the weed hath taken, and reverently hath kiss'd. "Now blessed be the moment, the messenger be blest! Much honour'd do I hold me in my lady's high behest; And say unto my lady, in this dear night-weed dress'd, To the best armed champion I will not veil my crest; But if I live and bear me well 'tis her turn to take the test."
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