For a few minutes he lost consciousness of time and place, though always seeing in a sort of dark mist Erica's lovely face bending over her book.
"We Two" by Edna Lyall
Perhaps the best known among them is N. Hispanica, or Love-in-a-Mist.
"Gardening for the Million" by Alfred Pink
A heavy mist shrouded the whole landscape of lovely Tweed side, and distilled in a cold, persistent, and dumb drizzle.
"Records of a Girlhood" by Frances Ann Kemble
By the by, that particular flower you mention isn't only called love-in-a-mist, it's also called devil-in-a-bush.
"The Dark Tower" by Phyllis Bottome
In the Land of Mist there was a lovely river, where dwelt little people who could assume any form they wished.
"ZigZag Journeys in Northern Lands;" by Hezekiah Butterworth
There is no love like that of a bard: Who loves him lives in a golden mist!
"Legends & Romances of Brittany" by Lewis Spence
We roam about London in a sort of mist of love and we haven't settled anything.
"Carnival" by Compton Mackenzie
Her love was in a mist.
"Furze the Cruel" by John Trevena
She seemed some lovely maiden in a dream, who would perhaps take flight and float away in the encircling gloom and mists.
"The Green Forest Fairy Book" by Loretta Ellen Brady
Love-in-a-mist, angels' eyes, forget-me-not, and heartsease, are familiar examples.
"Birds and Man" by W. H. Hudson
And what will the last sight be of life
As lone we fare and fast?
Grief and a face we love in mist--
Then night and awe too vast?
"Last Sight Of Land" by Cale Young Rice
Then here's the marvel -- the dead Christ
Opened His Eyes, the very Eyes
That Mary loved, which through a mist
The saved souls see in Paradise.
"The Vision" by Katharine Tynan
Alone! by the grave of a buried love,
The ghostly mist is parted,
Where the stars shine faint in the blue above,
Like the smile of the broken-hearted.
"At The Nightfall" by Emma Alice Browne
Blithe-hearted or sad, as the cloud or the sun subsided,
Love smiled in the flower with a meaning whereof none wist
Save two that beheld, as a gleam that before them glided,
Light love in a mist.
"Love In A Mist" by Algernon Charles Swinburne
I had a lover—-shame avaunt!
This poor wrenched body, grim and gaunt,
Was kissed all over till it burned,
By lips the truest, love e'er turned
His heart's own tint: one night they kissed
My soul out in a burning mist.
"The Confessional" by Robert Browning
Love me, beloved; for, many a day,
Will the mist of the morning pass away;
Many a day will the brightness of noon
Lead to a night that hath lost her moon;
And in joy or in sadness, in autumn or spring,
Thy love to my soul is a needful thing.
"Within and Without: Part IV: A Dramatic Poem" by George MacDonald