 This meeting annihilated for a moment all the years between the present time and the days of Harrow. It was a new and inexplicable feeling, like rising from the grave, to me. Clare, too, was much agitated — more in appearance than was myself; for I...  The works of Thomas Moore - Страница 205по Thomas Moore - 1832Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | John Nichol - 1880 - 240 страници
...agitated — more in appearance than I was myself — for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made mo think so. We were but five minutes together on the public road, but I hardly recollect an hour of... | |
 | 1883 - 776 страници
...agitated — more in appearance than I was myself — for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were but five minutes together on the public road, but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1883 - 1162 страници
...agitated—more in appearance than I was myself —for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' end?, fir We were but five minutes together on the public road, but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence... | |
 | harper's monthly magazine - 1884 - 992 страници
...was much agitated — more in appearance than myself, for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were obliged to part for our different journeys — he for Rome, I for Pisa — but with the promise... | |
 | 1884 - 990 страници
...was much agitated — more in appearance than myself, for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were obliged to part for our different journeys — he for Rome, I for Pisa— but with the promise... | |
 | 1884 - 1082 страници
...was much agitated — more in appearance than myself, for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were obliged to part for our different journeys — he for Rome, I for Pisa — but with the promise... | |
 | John Morley - 1894 - 468 страници
...agitated — more in appearance than I was myself — for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were but five minutes together on the public road, but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1896 - 506 страници
...much agitated — more in appearance than even myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his fmgers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which...He told me that I should find a note from him left ai Bologna. I did. We were obliged to part for our different journeys, he for Rome, I for Pisa, but... | |
 | 1356 страници
...in uch agitated — more in appearance than myself, for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were obliged to part for our different journeys— he for Rome, I for Pisa — but with the promise... | |
 | 1884 - 990 страници
...was much agitated— more in appearance than myself, for I could feel his heart heat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were obliged to part for our different journeys — he for Rome, I for Pisa — but with the promise... | |
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