Sublime

Nettie and he—a sort of perseverance, a persistent understanding. Where would Nettie have found strength for the unremitting concessions of daily life? She was precipitated from delight to lamentation without logical sequence, as though life were too short; she must cram everything in and perhaps sort it out later.

Madame Mermoz avait eu une jeunesse mélancolique, étouffée. La gaieté qui est son élément naturel – des maladies successives, des complications familiales la lui avaient interdite. Son mariage, conclu hâtivement, avait été malheureux. Ayant quitté Paris, elle vivait à Aubenton, dans l'hôtel du Lion d'Or, dont son mari était propriétaire. Elle n'ava

Through the realms of the monarch Sun Creeps a world, whose course had begun, On a weary path with a weary pace, Before the Earth sprang forth on her race: But many a time the Earth had sped Around the path she still must tread, Ere the elder planet, on leaden wing, Once circled the court of the planet's king. There, in that lonely and distant star

They felt as if they were home again. The wide warm night, and the scent of flowers and the sea, and the silence, bathed them like soothing water.

Rósa’s poetry kindled the shavings of my soul, and lit me up from within. Natan never stopped loving her. How could he? Her poetry made lamps out of people.