009 阻碍者The One Who Stands in the Way (Exception Theme) 01:33 010 征服荒原的罪人Sinner Walks the Wasteland (Gacha Theme) 01:27 011 头号偶像 NO.1Number One Idol Arc (Gabriel's Theme) 01:14 012 Tap'n Joker (Seaside School with You Battle Theme) 01:15 013 沙罗门主题曲 Salo...
011 头号偶像 NO.1Number One Idol Arc (Gabriel's Theme) 01:14 012 Tap'n Joker (Seaside School with You Battle Theme) 01:15 013 沙罗门主题曲 Salomon's Theme 01:15 014 言语之翼 Words Have Wings (Love_Friendship Scenes) 02:50 015 那年青涩的我们Looking Back at the Blossom of Yo...
She had been afraid before of the brute in him: now of the mystic. She trod beside him in silence. The rain fell with a heavy "Hush!" on the trees. At last they gained the cartshed. "Let us stay here awhile," he said. There was a sound of rain everywhere, smothering everything...
Tupman, with rising indignation and great importance, explained the mystic device. 'Rather short in the waist, ain't it?' said the stranger,screwing himself round to catch a glimpse in the glass of the waist buttons, which were half-way up his back. 'Like a general postman's coat—...
Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted—for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things—some ...
This ascent would progressively enable the mystic to detach him or herself from the chains that held him or her back—in particular, the pleasures of the flesh, the material world, and of course, the devil. The final rung (ecstasy) was a gift from God and there was nothing a mystic ...
Yet there is one hour when all is changed.Just before the sun sets towards the western cliffs a delicious flush brightens and enlivens the landscape.It is as though some Titanic artist in an hour of inspiration were retouching the picture, painting in dark purple shadows among the rocks, ...
Soon a cheerful blaze was curling up the chimney, before which the man sat on the one rickety chair the room contained and warmed his numbed hands. For over half an hour he remained thus, gazing down intently into the fire. But hotter than the coals before him seemed the eyes which ...
And Gladys—oh, my Gladys!—Gladys of the mystic lake, now to be re-named the Central, for never shall she have immortality through me. Did I not always see some hard fiber in her nature? Did I not, even at the time when I was proud to obey her behest, feel that it was surely...
Wilkins, and peculiarly and even mystically related after the previous morning’s encounter, she yet could not like a cigar in the house. Out of doors she endured it, but it was not necessary, when out of doors was such a big place, to indulge the habit indoors. Even Mr. Fisher, ...