The Essays of "George Eliot."Funk & Wagnalls, 1883 - 288 pagini |
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Pagina 8
... Suppose , " she says , suppose we turn from outside esti- mates of a man , to wonder with keener interest 8 66 GEORGE ELIOT'S " ANALYSIS OF MOTIVES .
... Suppose , " she says , suppose we turn from outside esti- mates of a man , to wonder with keener interest 8 66 GEORGE ELIOT'S " ANALYSIS OF MOTIVES .
Pagina 13
... suppose it was because in courtship everything is regarded as provisional and preliminary , and the smallest sample of virtue or accomplishment is taken to guarantee delightful stores which the broad leisure of marriage will reveal ...
... suppose it was because in courtship everything is regarded as provisional and preliminary , and the smallest sample of virtue or accomplishment is taken to guarantee delightful stores which the broad leisure of marriage will reveal ...
Pagina 33
... suppose , the question of pre - eminence can only lie between England and France . And to this day , Madame de Sévigné remains the single instance of a woman who is supreme in a class of liter- ature which has engaged the ambition of ...
... suppose , the question of pre - eminence can only lie between England and France . And to this day , Madame de Sévigné remains the single instance of a woman who is supreme in a class of liter- ature which has engaged the ambition of ...
Pagina 56
... suppose that he would throw some of his jewels among the large and small coin of maxims , which were a sort of subscription money there . Many of them have an epigrammatical piquancy , which was just the thing to charm a circle of ...
... suppose that he would throw some of his jewels among the large and small coin of maxims , which were a sort of subscription money there . Many of them have an epigrammatical piquancy , which was just the thing to charm a circle of ...
Pagina 60
... suppose , chiefly dedicated to her spiritual concerns . This gradual , calm decay allayed the fear of death , which had tormented her more vigorous days ; and she died with tranquillity and trust . It is a beautiful trait of these last ...
... suppose , chiefly dedicated to her spiritual concerns . This gradual , calm decay allayed the fear of death , which had tormented her more vigorous days ; and she died with tranquillity and trust . It is a beautiful trait of these last ...
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Pagina 97 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Pagina 216 - Insatiate archer, could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Pagina 252 - That age or injury has hollow'd deep, Where, on his bed of wool and matted leaves, He has outslept the winter, ventures forth To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun, The squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play : He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird, Ascends the neighbouring beech ; there whisks his brush, And perks his ears, and stamps, and cries aloud, With all the prettiness of feign'd alarm, And anger insignificantly fierce.
Pagina 133 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pagina 19 - If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
Pagina 236 - Here is firm footing ; here is solid rock ! This can support us ; all is sea besides • Sinks under us ; bestorms, and then devours. His hand the good man fastens on the skies, And bids earth roll, nor feels her idle whirl.
Pagina 144 - Appeals founded on generalizations and statistics require a sympathy ready-made, a moral sentiment already in activity; but a picture of human life such as a great artist can give, surprises even the trivial and the selfish into that attention to what is apart from themselves, which may be called the raw material of moral sentiment. When Scott takes us into Luckie Mucklebackit's cottage, or tells the story of " The Two Drovers ; " when Wordsworth sings to us the reverie of
Pagina 234 - Dissolv'd the charm ; the disenchanted Earth Lost all her lustre. Where her glittering towers ? Her golden mountains, where? all darken'd down To naked waste ; a dreary vale of tears ; The great magician's dead...
Pagina 235 - Led softly ; by the stillness of the night, Led like a murderer, and such it proves ; Strays, wretched rover ! o'er the pleasing past ; In quest of wretchedness perversely stray! j £ And finds all desert now ; and meets the ghosts Of my departed joys...
Pagina 75 - Ay, but to die, and go," alas ! Where all have gone, and all must go ! To be the nothing that I was Ere born to life and living woe ! — Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free, And know, whatever thou hast been, 'Tis something better not to be.