Correct spelling for IMAGAINE
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Possible correct spellings for imagaine
Just imagine that i have not been here-that is all.
I had imagined i should be asking a thing the most simple.
With husky-haughty lips, o sea! where day and night i wend thy surf-beat shore, imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, (i see and plainly list thy talk and conference here,) thy troops of white-maned racers racing to the goal, thy ample, smiling face, dash'd with the sparkling dimples of the sun, thy brooding scowl and murk-thy unloos'd hurricanes, thy unsubduedness, caprices, wilfulness; great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears-a lack from all eternity in thy content, (naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee greatest-no less could make thee,) thy lonely state-something thou ever seek'st and seek'st, yet never gain'st, surely some right withheld-some voice, in huge monotonous rage, of freedom-lover pent, some vast heart, like a planet's, chain'd and chafing in those breakers, by lengthen'd swell, and spasm, and panting breath, and rhythmic rasping of thy sands and waves, and serpent hiss, and savage peals of laughter, and undertones of distant lion roar, (sounding, appealing to the sky's deaf ear-but now, rapport for once, a phantom in the night thy confidant for once,) the first and last confession of the globe, outsurging, muttering from thy soul's abysms, the tale of cosmic elemental passion, thou tellest to a kindred soul.
Imogene alone remained unmoved.
You must never do that again.
"ah," thought the mother, as she looked from her windows ere she began to dress for this new live day, "how would it be if the light at the heart of the sun were shining thus on the worlds made in his image!"
With a mingled smile and frown, she recognized his purpose, and with a reckless laugh in her own soul, thought; "he imagines i am near conversion, when i never felt so wicked before in my life."