 | 1827 - Страниц: 472
...wind that blows across his bosom, coming he knows not whence, and going he knows not whither — and yet unlike the wind, that ruffles not the skin it...solemn earnestness I sought to turn aside. But it seems tome that your remark, though of a general nature, must have been made in mental reference to some... | |
 | 1822 - Страниц: 522
...knows not whence, and goinghe knows not whither — leave behind them an impression and a feeling, and become the springs of human action, and mingle in the thread of human destiny?" ' Strange indeed,' said I, ' what you say, has more than once occurred to me ; but being unable to reason salisr... | |
 | Ant The - 1827 - Страниц: 366
...the wind that ruffles not the skin it touches, they leave behind them an impression and a feeling; are as things real and authentic, and may become the...action, and mingle in the thread of human destiny? — I was thinking at this moment of something which has sat, for many days past, like a mill-stone... | |
 | 1841 - Страниц: 986
...the wind that ruffles not the skin it touches, they leave behind them an impression and a feeling ; are as things real and authentic, and may become the...action, and mingle in the thread of human destiny ? — I was thinking at this moment of something which has sat, for many days past, like a millstone... | |
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Is it not strange, sir, the thoughts that sometimes come into the brain of man — sleeping or waking, like a breath of wind that blows across his bosom, coming he knows not whence, and going he knows not whither — and yet unlike the wind, that ruffles... 