Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
Numero 7, Faubourg Clotilde, Directrice, Mademoiselle Lucy Snowe." And what did I say to M. Paul Emanuel? Certain junctures of our lives must always be difficult of recall to memory. Certain points, crises, certain feelings, joys, griefs, and amazements, when reviewed, must strike us as things wildered and whirling, dim as a wheel fast spun.
If but one sign that might not be mistook, Had ever been, since first thy face I sought, I should not now be doubting o'er a book, But serving thee with burning heart and thought. So dreams that heart. But to my heart I say, Turning my face to front the dark and wind: Such signs had only barred anew His way Into thee, longing heart, thee, wildered mind.
Recovering, she slightly raised herself, leant upon the marble margin of the fountain, and looked about her with a wildered air. At this moment a shout was heard, repeated and increased; soon the sound of many voices and the tramp of persons approaching. The vivid but brief twilight had died away. Almost suddenly it had become night. The voices became more audible, the steps were at hand.
'I mourn Adonis dead loveliest Adonis Dead, dead Adonis and the Loves lament. Sleep no more, Venus, wrapped in purple woof Wake, violet-stoled queen, and weave the crown Of death, 'tis Misery calls, for he is dead. ... Aphrodite With hair unbound is wandering through the woods, Wildered, ungirt, unsandalled the thorns pierce Her hastening feet, and drink her sacred blood.
'How they managed together, I can't tell. I fancy he fretted a great deal, and moaned hisseln night and day; and she had precious little rest: one could guess by her white face and heavy eyes. She sometimes came into the kitchen all wildered like, and looked as if she would fain beg assistance; but I was not going to disobey the master: I never dare disobey him, Mrs.
I permit a human form To haunt my bosom's sacred cell? And there, where heavenly radiance shone, Doth earthly love presume to dwell? The savior of my country, I, The warrior of God most high, Burn for my country's foeman? Dare I name Heaven's holy light, nor feel o'erwhelmed with shame? Woe is me! Those melting tones! They distract my 'wildered brain!
Tumultuous rushing o'er the outstretched plains; A wildered maze of comets and of suns; The blood of changeless God that ever runs With quick diastole up the immortal veins; A phantom host that moves and works in chains; A monstrous fiction which, collapsing, stuns The mind to stupor and amaze at once; A tragedy which that man best explains Who rushes blindly on his wild career With trampling hoofs and sound of mailed war, Who will not nurse a life to win a tear, But is extinguished like a falling star: Such will at times this life appear to me, Until I learn to read more perfectly.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking