Nithin PurpleThe early dew-falls that did a pristine coating, over the woods with its finest transparency, glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers–unlatched my fancy.
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The early dew-falls that did a pristine coating,over the woods with its finest transparency,glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers—unlatched my fancy. In this quote from "The Mill on the Floss" by George Eliot, she is describing how she first saw a field of flowers and was struck with wonder. She found the sight so beautiful that she couldn't help but gaze upon it day after day. Later, however, she loses her delight in seeing this same field again and again.
It no longer has the same effect on her as it once had. She even thinks that it is drab and dreary now that it has been covered with snow for weeks.
Source: Venus And Crepuscule: Beauty And Violence On Me Thrown
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