A snowstorm was falling around us. The snow-storm was real ; the preacher merely spectral ; and the eye felt the sad contrast in looking at him, and then out of the window behind him, into the beautiful meteor of the snow. He had lived in vain. He had...
Arcturus: A Journal of Books and Opinion - Página 103
por Cornelius Mathews, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1841
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