scarcely-agitated

Updated: May 2, 2025

With what ineffable pleasure have I not gazed and gazed again, losing my breath through my eyes my very soul diffused itself in the scene; and, seeming to become all senses, glided in the scarcely-agitated waves, melted in the freshening breeze, or, taking its flight with fairy wing, to the misty mountain which bounded the prospect, fancy tripped over new lawns, more beautiful even than the lovely slopes on the winding shore before me.

Mary Wollstonecraft - Letters on Sweden, Norway, and Denmark