Thorie de l'univers, ou, De la cause primitive du mouvement, et de ses principaux effects

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106 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
106 - I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
viii - ... fire. She pulled herself up straight and threw back her head with a proud and defiant gesture, and her extraordinary eyes, not blue, not green, but a curious unique turquoise, were no longer opaque or clouded with uncertainty and fear. They sparkled brightly with new determination. Soon, in a few days, when her courage had been completely reinforced and she had gathered it around her like a protective mantle, she would go to Ravenswood. That would be her first step into the unknown, the beginning...
106 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday 's 5 Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
15 - I've been waiting for you for weeks and weeks," she found herself confessing. And I've been waiting for you for years and years, Francesco. He bit back these words which had so inexplicably leaped into his head, did not wish to express this curious thought, one that had truly surprised him. Instead, he brushed it aside quickly, and without another word he swung her up into his arms and carried her over to the enormous four-poster bed at the other side of the room. As he strode out, he said in a hoarse...
173 - He flung out his arm, making a grand gesture, and the water splashed out of the glass onto the sheet. He looked down at the wet patch and shook his head, smiling to himself. "Tears. Ah, yes, tears." He lay supine on the pillows and murmured in his mellifluous voice, "To weep is to make less the depth of grief. Henry VI. The Bard always got to the heart of the matter, did he not, me sweet Kate?" He closed his eyes wearily. The eyelids fluttered and then were still. Katharine's troubled face now met...
5 - A Gauguin. A moment later the door swung open, and Francesca Avery was standing there, her pellucid eyes sparkling with vitality, a gracious smile on her tranquil face. "Estelle!" she exclaimed, moving forward with her usual grace and inbred elegance, swaying slightly on the precariously high heels that drew attention to her finely turned ankles and long slender legs. As she approached the fireplace, Estelle noted that the English rose complexion was still quite flawless and the burnished amber-blond...