I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.
Fair as a lily, and not only the pride of life, but the desire of his eyes
It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.
Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the North of England.
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much.