 | Mary Ann Evans - 1873 - 308 pages
...scourged—meek enough to nestle under the old despised shelter. And the shelter was still there: Lydgate had accepted his narrowed lot with sad resignation. He...walk as he could, carrying that burden pitifully. Lydgate laughed at the "so often." "But has she made you any less discontented with me?" CHAPTER LXXXII.... | |
 | Mary Ann Evans - 1873 - 392 pages
...his narrowed lot with sad resignation. He had chosen this fragile creature, and had taken the burthen of her life upon his arms. He must walk as he could, carrying that burthen pitifully. CHAPTER LXXXII. " My grief lies onward and my joy behind." — SHAKESPEARE: Soruuu... | |
 | George Eliot - 1885 - 788 pages
...his narrowed lot with sad resignation. He had chosen this fragile creature, and had taken the burdea of her life upon his arms. He must walk as he could, carrying that burden pitifully. CHAPTER LXXXII. "My grief lies onward and my Joy behind." — SHAKESPEARE: Sonnet*. EXILES notoriously... | |
 | George Eliot - English literature - 1894 - 468 pages
...meek enough to nestle under the old despised shelter. And the shelter was still there : Lydgate had accepted his narrowed lot with sad resignation. He...walk as he could, carrying that burden pitifully. CHAPTER LXXXH. My grief lies onward and my joy behind. SHAKESPEARE : Sonnett. EXILES notoriously feed... | |
 | George Eliot - 1908 - 528 pages
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 | George Eliot - 1908 - 468 pages
...his narrowed lot with sad resignation. He had chosen this fragile creature, and had taken the burthen of .her life upon his arms. He must walk as he could, carrying that burthen pitifully. CHAPTER LXXXII "My grief lies onward and my joy behind." — SHAKESPEARE : Sonnets.... | |
 | George Eliot - 1908 - 464 pages
...his narrowed lot with sad resignation. He had chosen this fragile creature, and had taken the burthen of her life upon his arms. He must walk as he could, carrying that burthen pitifully. CHAPTER LXXXII "My grief lies onward and my joy behind." — SHAKESPEARE : Sonnets.... | |
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Poor Rosamond's vagrant fancy had come back terribly scourged, — meek enough to nestle under the old despised shelter. And the shelter was still there: Lydgate had accepted his narrowed lot with sad resignation. He had chosen this fragile creature,... 
