1 He is so pure and poetic that my relations with him, transient as they were, have been one of the sweetest comforts to my poor heart, which has already suffered so much.
2 Her favorite sonata bore her into a most intimately poetic world and the look she felt upon her made that world still more poetic.
3 The memory of Natasha was his most poetic recollection.
4 The present feeling, though not so bright and poetic as the former, was stronger and more serious.
5 In the house that poetic dullness and quiet reigned which always accompanies the presence of a betrothed couple.
6 Much that they remembered had slipped from her mind, and what she recalled did not arouse the same poetic feeling as they experienced.
7 But Natasha was not satisfied with her own words: she felt that they did not convey the passionately poetic feeling she had experienced that day and wished to convey.
8 But now it seemed to him that that meeting had had in it something very important and poetic.
9 Carol suggested that Miss Sherwin stay for supper, and that Kennicott invite Guy Pollock, the much-praised lawyer, the poetic bachelor.
10 As yet, however, the sperm whale, scientific or poetic, lives not complete in any literature.
11 I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift.
12 Her poetic and excited mind pictured it as the soul of her grandmother.
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13 Kitty felt that Anna was perfectly simple and was concealing nothing, but that she had another higher world of interests inaccessible to her, complex and poetic.
14 In his singular character the dual nature alternately asserted itself, and his extreme exactness and astuteness represented, as I have often thought, the reaction against the poetic and contemplative mood which occasionally predominated in him.
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15 First I was a poet; now sold for a few pence as a lark; no doubt it was that accursed poetical nature which has metamorphosed me into such a poor harmless little creature.
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