Love looks and longs, and dares not; Passion hovers round, and is kept at bay; Truth and Devotion are scared. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Hunger and cold are her comrades; sadness hovers over, and solitude besets her round. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
It hovers about Snagsby's door. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.
If the spirit of a sainted wooman hovers above us and looks down on the occasion, that, and your constant affection, will be my recompense. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.
It is somewhere about five or six o'clock in the afternoon, and a balmy fragrance of warm tea hovers in Cook's Court. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.