ellauri046.html on line 781: Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.
ellauri095.html on line 196: Inkscape, for Hopkins, is the charged essence, the absolute singularity that gives each created thing its being; instress is both the energy that holds the inscape together and the process by which this inscape is perceived by an observer. We instress the inscape of a tulip, Hopkins would say, when we appreciate the particular delicacy of its petals, when we are enraptured by its specific, inimitable shade of pink.
ellauri106.html on line 512: A quintessentially American experience: “Three generations. All of them growing. The working. The saving. The success. Three generations in raptures over America. Three generations of becoming one with a people. And now with the fourth it had all come to nothing. The total vandalization of their world”.
ellauri143.html on line 589: Darkness departs, and rapture springs to men who see,

ellauri151.html on line 137: Wilde took a key out of his pocket and showed me into a tiny apartment of two rooms… The youths followed him, each of them wrapped in a burnous that hid his face. Then the guide left us and Wilde sent me into the further room with little Mohammed and shut himself up in the other with the [other boy]. Every time since then that I have sought after pleasure, it is the memory of that night I have pursued. […] My joy was unbounded, and I cannot imagine it greater, even if love had been added. How should there have been any question of love? How should I have allowed desire to dispose of my heart? No scruple clouded my pleasure and no remorse followed it. But what name then am I to give the rapture I felt as I clasped in my naked arms that perfect little body, so wild, so ardent, so sombrely lascivious? For a long time after Mohammed had left me, I remained in a state of passionate jubilation, and though I had already achieved pleasure five times with him, I renewed my ecstasy again and again, and when I got back to my room in the hotel, I prolonged its echoes by hand until morning. What´s love got to do with it?
ellauri189.html on line 93: In the first line of Malczewski’s tale we meet a Cossack with a bold look in his eyes (“Zapał jakiś rozżarza twojej twarzy śniadość”; “Some rapture kindles your tanned face”)
ellauri197.html on line 436: No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong, Ei se oli oikein kova kuumotus,
ellauri241.html on line 1451: With rapture to the other side of the world!
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 359: my magic art evoked a rapture perished,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 363: my magic art evoked a rapture perished!
xxx/ellauri157.html on line 254: Likewise a story is told of how in moments of mystical rapture, Schneur Zalman of Liadi would be seen rolling on the floor, exclaiming to his housekeeper: "God, I don't want your Garden of Eden (Heavenly World), I don't want your World-to-Come (Messianic days), I just want You!".
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 584: And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. Ja anna tempaukseen kaikki vapisevat kielesi.
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