 Beulah; and now and then a freshening gale, wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne: but I could not reach it, even in fancy - a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium: judgment...  Cécile; or, The pervert, by sir Charles Rockingham - Стр. 267авторы: Philippe Ferdinand A. de Rohan-Chabot (comte de Jarnac.) - 1851 - Страниц: 350Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
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...and then a freshening gale, wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly toward the bourne ; but 1 me back. Sense would resist delirium ; judgment would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1872 - Страниц: 520
...and then a freshening gale wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne ; but I could not reach it; even in fancy, — a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium, judgment would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1890 - Страниц: 494
...now and then a freshening gale wakened by hope, bore ray spirit triumphantly toward the bourne; but I could not reach it, even in fancy — a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium, judgment would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1893 - Страниц: 372
...and then a freshening gale wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne : but I could not reach it, even in fancy,— a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium: judgment would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1905 - Страниц: 450
...and then a refreshing gale, wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne : but I could not reach it, even in fancy — a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium : judgment would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1905 - Страниц: 356
...and then a freshening gale wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne : but I could not reach it, even in fancy, — a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium : judgment would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë, Anne Brontë, Emily Brontë - 2005 - Страниц: 1384
...and then a freshening gale, wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne: but I could not reach it, even in fancy - a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium: judgement would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
 | Wordsworth - 2005 - Страниц: 1310
...and then a freshening gale, wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne: but I could not reach it, even in fancy - a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium: judgement would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 2006 - Страниц: 482
...and then a freshening gale, wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne: but I could not reach it, even in fancy - a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium: judgment would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
 | Frederic Ewen - 2007 - Страниц: 589
...and then a freshening gale, wakened by hopes, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne; but I could not reach it, even in fancy — a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back. Sense would resist delirium: judgment would warn passion. Too feverish to rest, I rose as... | |
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