Sweetfully

I cannot do this better than in the words of an excellent writer. He forms a fine contraſt by beginning with a deſcription of the Northern parts of Scotland. ‘[…] And all theſe ſongs are ſweetfully and powerfully expreſſive of love and tenderneſs, and other emotions ſuited to the tranquillity of paſtoral life.’

And why is this lovely carnation / So sweetfully changing its flush, / More sweet than the quick transformation / In thee, at thine innocent blush?

And the ruff o’ yar mouth liken onto the best wine for my beloved, as go down sweetfully, makin’ the lips o’ them as air asleep to spake.

I showed mama your commission, and she agreed with me that it was too sweetfully sweet of you altogether.

The monument at the grave in Greenwood now simply inscribed “Florence,” is , by his request, to have engraven on its face the following inscription, which he wrote himself about two months before he died: IN LOVING REMEMBRANCE OF MY MOTHER, […] She passed away peacefully, sweetfully, hopefully, February 22, 1874. in the seventy-second year of her age.

“The third verse will be the last,” she said aloud, sweetfully and sorrowfully, then winked broadly at Janet.

For a moment she felt uneasy, as if she were being trapped by something sweetfully insidious.

I look back, and this is what comes: wave of love upon wave of longing and loneliness, uncertain joy commingling sweetfully, painfully with the knowledge that you are in love like that intense youth along a Tondo estero, looking with hurt eyes at what swarm of stars of piece of moon could be reflected upon the dark tide flowing into the shadows and the night, wondering if GI Joe would ever return the girl you love.