Guardianpsychadelic

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Beeluminous

He spoke of the happiness that was now certainly theirs, of the folly of not breaking sooner out of that magnificent prison of latter-day life, of the old romantic days that had passed from the world for ever.

Ninjaquilt

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed? Liontorch.

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly.