“Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear.… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I suddenly recall the arpeggios of laughter lilting across the tender, springtime grass-gay-welling, far-floating, fluent, spontaneous, a bell-like feminine fluting, then suppressed;… — Ralph Ellison Copy Share Image
“I would not leave a mother alone in her plight. They described how she had kept the news of my brother’s death… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
