Making him her slave, she kept him at the very height of bliss.
Will eternity ever be bliss, ever be endurable to poor King Hamlet?
Your friendship much can make me blest, O why that bliss destroy!
I mean that the memory of the time wants but that to render it perfect in bliss.
Like wine thro' clay, Joy in his blood bursting his heart, he died—the bliss!
Possession I found was not bliss: it had not rendered me content.
To be hailed, like Bongrand, with the name of master—was that not the height of bliss?
He felt: To be loved by such a one is bliss beyond the dreams of this world.
The eye was promise-crammed, the ears sealed with bliss, and she felt the wet of the waters.
Bliss promised to see that these matters were tended to at once, taking each in turn.