1 I half lost the sense of power over him.
2 I wish I could describe that sermon: but it is past my power.
3 I felt an inward power; a sense of influence, which supported me.
4 Natural affection only, of all the sentiments, has permanent power over me.
5 I mean, that human affections and sympathies have a most powerful hold on you.
6 She had, I thought, a remarkable countenance, instinct both with power and goodness.
7 Of course, she knew her power: indeed, he did not, because he could not, conceal it from her.
8 The heart was thrilled, the mind astonished, by the power of the preacher: neither were softened.
9 She surveyed my whole person: in her eyes I read that they had there found no charm powerful enough to solve the enigma.
10 By her grateful attention to me and mine, she has long since well repaid any little kindness I ever had it in my power to offer her.
11 I rely implicitly on His power, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me.
12 Well, you too have power over me, and may injure me: yet I dare not show you where I am vulnerable, lest, faithful and friendly as you are, you should transfix me at once.
13 It did not seem as if a prop were withdrawn, but rather as if a motive were gone: it was not the power to be tranquil which had failed me, but the reason for tranquillity was no more.
14 I know poetry is not dead, nor genius lost; nor has Mammon gained power over either, to bind or slay: they will both assert their existence, their presence, their liberty and strength again one day.
15 I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
16 The impulse of gratitude swelled my heart, and I knelt down at the bedside, and offered up thanks where thanks were due; not forgetting, ere I rose, to implore aid on my further path, and the power of meriting the kindness which seemed so frankly offered me before it was earned.
17 For a handsome and not an unamiable-looking man, he repelled me exceedingly: there was no power in that smooth-skinned face of a full oval shape: no firmness in that aquiline nose and small cherry mouth; there was no thought on the low, even forehead; no command in that blank, brown eye.
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