R. D. Blackmore,
Lorna Doone — 55. Getting into chancery
(1869)
“ As the river we float upon (with wine, and flowers, and music,) is nothing at the well-spring but a bubble without reason.Feeling many things, but thinking without much to guide me, over the grass-plats laid between, I went up to Lorna. She in a shower of damask roses, raised her eyes and looked at me. And even now, in those sweet eyes, so deep with loving-kindness, and soft maiden dreamings, there seemed to be a slight unwilling, half confessed withdrawal; overcome by love and duty, yet a painful thing to see. ”
