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

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Mme Ve Courcier, 1818 - Всего страниц: 263
 

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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
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