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Ralph Waldo Emerson • Nature
A rose shook in her blood and shadowed her cheeks. Quick breath parted the petals of her lips. They trembled. Some southern wind of passion swept over her and stirred the dainty folds of her dress. "I love him," she said simply.
Oscar Wilde • The Picture of Dorian Gray
Ideas thronged into my mind which I was unable to disjoin or to regulate. I reflected that this madness, if madness it were, had affected Pleyel and myself as well as Wieland.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
Look at that castle which overhangs yon precipice; and that also on the island, almost concealed amongst the foliage of those lovely trees; and now that group of labourers coming from among their vines; and that village half hid in the recess of the mountain. Oh, surely the spirit that inhabits and guards this place has a soul more in harmony with
... See moreMary Shelley • Frankenstein: The Original 1818 Unabridged and Complete Edition (A Mary Shelley Classics
Woolf, they said, Dante, Sexton, Lowell. With each pronouncement the group seemed to gain confidence and momentum: Shelley, Plath, van Gogh. It struck me as a marching song. A cadence by which the Mad Pride parade could rally and process: Handel, Hemingway, Munch!
Christine Montross • Falling Into the Fire: A Psychiatrist's Encounters with the Mind in Crisis
They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man’s discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself.
Henry David Thoreau • Walden (AmazonClassics Edition)
Go then, and pass that dangerous bourn Whence never Book can back return:
M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis • The Monk; a romance
My heart was ready to burst with indignation and grief. Pleyel was not the only object of my keen but unjust upbraiding. Deeply did I execrate my own folly. Thus fallen into ruins was the gay fabric which I had reared! Thus had my golden vision melted into air!