Author: Francis Petrarch (trans. James Harvey Robinson)

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• Ruthanna Emrys (1)
  • IN: Winter Tide (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: At last, though, my hope was fading gradually away. Except for a few of the opening lines of certain books, from which there seemed to flash upon me the face of the friend whom I had been longing to behold, a momentary glimpse, dim through distance, or, rather, the sight of his streaming hair, as he vanished from my view -- except for this... I had no hope of being able ever to see you face to face.
    FROM: "To Homer", (1898), Letter, Italy