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He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment he would be transfigured.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce Context
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
Pierre hid his face, from which a faint smile forgot to fade though his features now expressed horror and fear.
War and Peace(V1) By Leo Tolstoy Context
They simply seemed to fade into the rays of the moonlight and pass out through the window, for I could see outside the dim, shadowy forms for a moment before they entirely faded away.
To seize on the wonder would be to brush off its bloom, and perhaps see it fade and stiffen in her hand: better the sense of beauty palpitating out of reach, while she held her breath and watched where it would alight.
House of Mirth By Edith Wharton Context
And, for the first time, some of the bright glow which had enveloped him since the first day she fell in love with him began to fade imperceptibly.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret Mitche Context
We shall not disgrace the kingdom; nor will the rumour of your renown be lightly gone or the grace of all you have done fade away; nor will Ausonia be sorry to have taken Troy to her breast.
Human sympathy has its limits and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.
The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald Context
I had her but a single year, though; a short term of happiness for one who had seen her youth fade in hopeless pining.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore Cooper Context
Not more by its hue than by some indescribable peculiarity in its fashion, it had the effect of making her fade personally out of sight and outline; while again the scarlet letter brought her back from this twilight indistinctness, and revealed her under the moral aspect of its own illumination.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel Hawthorne Context
Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine.
The Souls of Black Folk By W. E. B. Du Bois Context