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Page 287 - I forgive you, and that it is no longer in your power to make me know apprehension and grief under any aspect whatsoever.
Page 33 - ... of the men of the Middle Ages, through their works, and in the original records, which he diligently studied ; the many profitable acquaintances; — all these made the days pleasant. But this was to change. In the autumn of 1871 Mr. Norton took his family to Dresden to spend the winter. There the great sorrow of his life fell on him in the death of his wife, a woman beautiful in all ways. She left to him six little children, and love and care for these were to help through the first darkness...
Page 1 - What is the Beloved to the Lover? A Burning Glass through which the rays of the Sun of Love do concentrate. Sometimes this heat breaketh into flame and consumeth that on which it falleth.
Page 138 - ... it you, is it your departure, what is it that persecutes me ? I can no more. At this moment I have confidence in you, even to abandonment, but perhaps I shall never speak to you again of my life. Adieu, I shall see you to-morrow ; possibly I shall feel embarrassed by what I have now written to you. Would to heaven that you were my friend, or that I had never known you ! Do you believe me ? Will you be my friend ? Think of it, once only ; is that too much ? Sunday, May 23, 1773. If I were young,...
Page 238 - I dare not desire your return, but I count the days of your absence,
Page 287 - ... for ever. There was a time when I would rather have seen you unhappy than contemptible — that time is no more.
Page 190 - I have a sense of terror that unsettles my reason. I await Wednesday, and it seems to me that death itself could not be sufficient remedy for the loss I fear.
Page 227 - A man who has never loved me, who is cruel enough — false enough, to tell me that he has made me his victim without loving me ! After having...
Page 302 - Adieu, despair has dried my heart and my soul; I no longer know how to express any sentiment.