Where, indeed, does the moon not look well? What is the scene, confined or expansive, which her orb does not follow? Rosy or fiery, she mounted now above a not distant bank; even while we watched her flushed ascent, she cleared to gold, and in a very brief space, floated up stainless into a now calm sky.


Life and Works of the Sisters Bronte (Volume 3), Villette La Terrasse (p. 214)


Where, indeed, does the moon not look well? What is the scene, confined or expansive, which her orb does not follow? Rosy or fiery, she mounted now...

Where, indeed, does the moon not look well? What is the scene, confined or expansive, which her orb does not follow? Rosy or fiery, she mounted now...

Where, indeed, does the moon not look well? What is the scene, confined or expansive, which her orb does not follow? Rosy or fiery, she mounted now...

Where, indeed, does the moon not look well? What is the scene, confined or expansive, which her orb does not follow? Rosy or fiery, she mounted now...