 I still possess, it was the carbuncle (emblematic gem) which cast light into many of the darkest caverns of human nature.— She loved me, too, though not so much, because her nature was "less high, less grave, less large, less deep...  Margaret Fuller– An American Romantic Life - 281 psl.autoriai: Charles Capper - 1994 - 456 psl.Ribota peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Margaret Fuller - 1852 - 336 psl.
...more tenderly, less passionately. She loved me, for I well remember her suffering when she first could feel my faults, and knew one part of the exquisite...she wished to stay apart, and weep the whole day. ***** " I do not love her now with passion, but I still feel towards her as I can to no other woman.... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1852 - 364 psl.
...more tenderly, less passionately. She loved me, for I well remember her suffering when she first could feel my faults, and knew one part of the exquisite...she wished to stay apart, and weep the whole day. ***** " I do not love her now with passion, but I still feel towards her as I can to no other woman.... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1855 - 442 psl.
...more tenderly, less passionately. She loved me, for I well remember her suffering when she first could feel my faults, and knew one part of the exquisite...how she wished to stay apart and weep the whole day. These thoughts were suggested by a large engraving representing Madame Recamier in her boudoir. I have... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1860 - 448 psl.
...more tenderly, less passionately. She loved me, for I well remember her suffering when she first could feel my faults, and knew one part of the exquisite...how she wished to stay apart and weep the whole day. These thoughts were suggested by a large engraving representing Madame Recamier in her boudoir. I have... | |
 | Katharine Susan Anthony - 1920 - 240 psl.
...clustered round the dear image. . . . She loved me, for I well remember her suffering when she first could feel my faults, and knew one part of the exquisite...she wished to stay apart and weep the whole day." It is worth noticing that Margaret here hit upon what is said by the modern Freudian to be one of the... | |
 | Margaret Fuller, Bell Gale Chevigny - 1976 - 628 psl.
...as I was then strong enough to feel— Her face was always gleaming before me, her voice was always echoing in my ear, all poetic thoughts clustered round...mystic thrill and knew what we had never known before. How well too can I now account for that desire which I often had to get away from her and be alone... | |
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