Quote #74
A clear day's warmth will often move / A lass to stray in dreams of love
More from Gustave Flaubert
- She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague 'she' of all the poetry books.
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- She stood there, solemn, almost terrible, transfixing him with her great blazing eyes.
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