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One thing he could not pluck out of his heart, though he never ceased struggling with it, was the regret, amounting to despair, that he had lost her forever.
Anna Karenina(V2) By Leo Tolstoy Context
Alone I linger, I pluck the bitter herb by the ruined wall, the churchyard wall, and press its sour, its sweet, its sour, long grey leaf, so, twixt thumb and finger.
Between the Acts (1941) By Virginia Woolf Context
Certain agents I found to have the power to shake and to pluck back that fleshly vestment, even as a wind might toss the curtains of a pavilion.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde By Robert Louis Stevenson Context
There were things in the fog reaching out fingers to pluck at her skirt, to drag her down into the uneasy quaking earth on which she stood, silent, relentless, spectral hands.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret Mitche Context
He thought that Romainville was a little grove near Paris, where young lovers go to pluck lilacs in the month of April.
Les Misérables (V1) By Victor Hugo Context
For our own part, we do not think so; it seems to us impossible that the same hand should pluck laurels and purloin the shoes from a dead man.
Les Misérables (V2) By Victor Hugo Context
It rolls in vast and terrible waves; it accumulates and piles up there; the flood attacks the piles of the bridges as though in an effort to pluck them up with great liquid ropes.
Les Misérables (V5) By Victor Hugo Context
Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of Senators and Judges.
Moby Dick By Herman Melville Context
Here likewise I saw the twin Aloïds, enormous of frame, who essayed with violent hands to pluck down high heaven and thrust Jove from his upper realm.
Finding it so directly on the threshold of our narrative, which is now about to issue from that inauspicious portal, we could hardly do otherwise than pluck one of its flowers, and present it to the reader.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel Hawthorne Context
He stood by the fire, his back towards me, just finishing a stormy scene with poor Zillah; who ever and anon interrupted her labour to pluck up the corner of her apron, and heave an indignant groan.
Wuthering Heights By Emily Bronte Context