Wise, Witty and Tender Sayings in Prose and Verse,: Selected from the Works of George EliotW. Blackwood and sons, 1875 - 417 pages |
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... never again be regarded as mere story - telling , and the reading of it as only a pastime . George Eliot has magnified her office and made it honourable ; she has for ever sanctified the Novel by making it the vehicle of the grandest ...
... never again be regarded as mere story - telling , and the reading of it as only a pastime . George Eliot has magnified her office and made it honourable ; she has for ever sanctified the Novel by making it the vehicle of the grandest ...
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... never shine in conversation with him any more . Let me discover that the lovely Phoebe thinks my squint intolerable , and I shall never be able to fix her blandly with my disengaged eye again . Thank heaven , then , that a little ...
... never shine in conversation with him any more . Let me discover that the lovely Phoebe thinks my squint intolerable , and I shall never be able to fix her blandly with my disengaged eye again . Thank heaven , then , that a little ...
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... loving human soul , which will do more to dissi- pate prejudice and kindle charity than the most elaborate arguments . The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed 'JANET'S REPENTANCE George Eliot (in propria persona),
... loving human soul , which will do more to dissi- pate prejudice and kindle charity than the most elaborate arguments . The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed 'JANET'S REPENTANCE George Eliot (in propria persona),
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... never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity . · 0 · There is an unspeakable blending of sadness and sweetness in the smile of a face sharpened and paled by slow consumption . Worldly faces never look so ...
... never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity . · 0 · There is an unspeakable blending of sadness and sweetness in the smile of a face sharpened and paled by slow consumption . Worldly faces never look so ...
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... never recall the joy with which we laid our heads on our mother's bosom or rode on our father's back in childhood ; doubtless that joy is wrought up into our nature , as the sunlight of long- past mornings is wrought up in the soft ...
... never recall the joy with which we laid our heads on our mother's bosom or rode on our father's back in childhood ; doubtless that joy is wrought up into our nature , as the sunlight of long- past mornings is wrought up in the soft ...
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Page 23 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Page 109 - We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, — if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass — the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows — the same redbreasts that we used to call ' God's birds,' because they did no harm to the precious crops.
Page 211 - We can only have the highest happiness, such as goes along with being a great man, by having wide thoughts, and much feeling for the rest of the world as well as ourselves ; and this sort of happiness often brings so much pain with it that we can only tell it from pain by its being what we would choose before every thing else, because our souls see it is good.
Page 155 - In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads, them forth gently toward a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.
Page 42 - And I would not, even if I had the choice, be the clever novelist who could create a world so much better than this, in which we get up in the morning to do our daily work, that you would be likely to turn a harder, colder eye on the dusty streets and the common green fields — on the real breathing men and women, who can be chilled by your indifference or injured by your prejudice ; who can be cheered and helped onward by your fellow-feeling, your forbearance, your outspoken, brave justice.
Page 65 - Look there, now! I can't abide to see men throw away their tools i' that way, the minute the clock begins to strike, as if they took no pleasure i' their work, and was afraid o