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... earth goes by, with the labour and the ecstasy of man, disappears, and is gone into brilliance that hovers over- head, the radiant cold which waits t... ...thing down on the blue water, whilst the earth on the near side gave off a green-silver smoke of olive trees, coming up and around the earth-coloured ... ...ks partaking of the sky, tawny grass and scrub, browny- 24 D. H. Lawrence green spires of cypresses, and then the mist of grey-green olives fuming do... ...rail in the bluish sky, a frail moon had put forth, like a thin, scalloped film of ice floated out on the slow current of the coming night. And a bell... ...hat were very blue, reminding me of the eyes of the old woman. The day was gone, the twilight was gone, and the snow was invisible as I came down to t... ...ering body, wholly naked in the water of the lake. My little old woman was gone. She, all day-sunshine, would have none of the moon. Always she must l... ...ty of the darkness. But the fire is cold, as in the eyes of a cat, it is a green fire. It is fluid, electric. At its maximum it is the white ecstasy o... ...houses themselves. We were always level with the mountain-snow opposite. A film of pure blue was on the hills to the right and the left. There had bee...

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... were all arrived by this time, I thought, had got their tickets, and were gone in.—There my pleasure was dashed by the reflec- tion that probably som... ...k and forget all about it. Y ou are to know that this relative of mine had gone wrong, and run wild. His heart was in the right place, but it was seal... ...ined the regiment, to see you.” Private Richard Doubledick began to find a film stealing over the floor at which he looked; also to find the legs of t... ...ere, into Brussels. I came to watch and tend him, as I would have joyfully gone, with such a purpose, to the dreariest ends of the earth. When he knew... ...e) of so vagabond a tendency , that I accompanied the Waits across an open green called the Vines, and assisted—in the French sense—at the perfor- man...

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...ar was almost always on the stretch; and thus, during a short life, he had gone through more ex- perience of sensation than many whose existence is pr... ... his friends his loss is irremediable: the wise, the brave, the gentle, is gone for ever! He is to them as a bright vision, whose radiant track, left ... ... _380 To see a babe before his mother’s door, Share with the green and golden basilisk That comes to lick his feet, his morning’s meal. ... ... and shining seas between, And fertile valleys resonant with bliss, Whilst green woods overcanopy the wave, _400 Which li... ...485 Weaving gay chaplets for their innocent brows 36 V olume One With the green ivy and the red wall-flower, That mock the dungeon’s unavailing gloom... ...outrage, let no tear Be shed—not even in thought. Nor, when those hues Are gone, and those divinest lineaments, Worn by the senseless wind, shall live... ...ves not up its dead _1820 T o evil thoughts.’—A film then overcast My sense with dimness, for the wound, which bled Freshly... ... in the Elysian calm Of its own beauty, floating on the line Which, like a film in purest space, divided _230 The heaven bene... ...the pool, _235 And on it little quaint and filmy shapes. With dizzy motion, wheel and rise and fall, Like clouds of gn...

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...the shuffle of feet, peaceful for the moment as the uncomplaining who have gone to Sabrina beneath the tides. He was unhurt, quite sound, merely as- t... ...Harald and Hardiknut, they might roll surges to whelm a Dominant Jew clean gone to the fleshpots and effeminacy. Aldermen of our ancient conception, t... ...y kernel mouldered to beard. Percentage, like a cabman without a fare, has gone to sleep inside his vehicle. Dividend may just be seen by tiptoe: stoc... ...ing, the narrow way between ducal mansions offers prospect of the sweep of greensward, all but touching up to the sunset to draw it to the dance. Form... ...ppalling.’ ‘Appealing to the same kind of stuff in the passing youngster’s green-scum eye: it was. And there your Law did good work.—You’re for Bordea... ...pendent cottages; harmonious in irregularity; and coloured homely with the greensward about it, the pines beside it, the clouds above it. Not many pal... ...e to work in the direction of the casuistries and the sensational webs and films. Facing Victor, it was a block. But the thought came: how could she m... ...the battle for Nataly; chiefly through Mrs. Burman’s tenacious hold of the filmy thread she took for life and was enabled to use as a means for the pe...

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..., picking his way among the nettles, and among the brambles that bound the green mounds, he looked in my young eyes as if he were eluding the hands of... ...with the poker, and looking at it: “she Ram-paged out, Pip.” “Has she been gone long, Joe?” I always treated him as a larger species of child, and as ... ...se on it, when his eye fell on me, and he saw that my bread-and-butter was gone. The wonder and consternation with which Joe stopped on the threshold ... ... e were to have a superb dinner, consisting of a leg of pick- led pork and greens, and a pair of roast stuffed fowls. A hand- some mince-pie had been ... ...underwent within. The ter- rors that had assailed me whenever Mrs. Joe had gone near the pantry, or out of the room, were only to be equalled by the r... ...t it was overgrown with tangled weeds, but that there was a track upon the green and yellow paths, as if some one sometimes walked there, and that Est... ..., and love me though he did, the light left his face ever and again, and a film came over the placid look at the white ceiling. “ Are you in much pain... ...officer away . The change, though it was made without noise, drew back the film from the placid look at the white ceiling, and he looked most affectio...

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...not know how—he did not pretend to see any depths in a life that is only a film of unsteady appearances stretched over regions deep indeed, but which ... ...eantime, unblushing, unseen, and often unheard, the guile- less poets have gone on singing in a sweet strain. How they dare do the impossible and virt... ... a more even than a Bismarckian sense. The very fear of this spectre being gone, it behoves us to consider its legacy—the fact (no phantom that) ac- c... ...ional temperament into the apathy of a hopeless fatalism. It seems to have gone into the blood, tainting every mental activity in its source by a half... ...ys of training. The same old thing. A grey- 134 Notes on Life and Letters green expanse of smudgy waters grinning angrily at one with white foam-ridg... ...g of heels round the corner of the deck- house, a white yachting cap and a green overcoat getting periodically between my eyes and the shift- ing clou... ...e night, was much more present to my mind and indeed to my senses than the green overcoat and the white cap of the German passenger circling the deck ...