Daniel Deronda, Bind 4W. Blackwood and Sons, 1876 - 288 sider |
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Side 14
... Hans , he had avoided writing about himself , but he was really getting into that state of mind to which all subjects become personal ; and the few books he had brought to make him a refuge in study were becoming unreadable , because ...
... Hans , he had avoided writing about himself , but he was really getting into that state of mind to which all subjects become personal ; and the few books he had brought to make him a refuge in study were becoming unreadable , because ...
Side 48
... Hans Meyrick of four quarto pages , in the small beautiful handwriting which ran in the Meyrick family . MY DEAR DERONDA , In return for your sketch of Italian movements and your view of the world's affairs generally , I may say that ...
... Hans Meyrick of four quarto pages , in the small beautiful handwriting which ran in the Meyrick family . MY DEAR DERONDA , In return for your sketch of Italian movements and your view of the world's affairs generally , I may say that ...
Side 58
... HANS MEYRICK . Some months before , this letter from Hans would have divided Deronda's thoughts irritat- ingly : its romancing about Mirah would have had an unpleasant edge , scarcely anointed with any commiseration for his friend's ...
... HANS MEYRICK . Some months before , this letter from Hans would have divided Deronda's thoughts irritat- ingly : its romancing about Mirah would have had an unpleasant edge , scarcely anointed with any commiseration for his friend's ...
Side 59
... Hans called his hope now seemed to Deronda , not a mischievous un- reasonableness which roused his indignation , but an unusually persistent bird - dance of an extra- vagant fancy , and he would have felt quite able to pity any ...
... Hans called his hope now seemed to Deronda , not a mischievous un- reasonableness which roused his indignation , but an unusually persistent bird - dance of an extra- vagant fancy , and he would have felt quite able to pity any ...
Side 60
... Hans ! If we were under a fiery hail together he would howl like a Greek , and if I did not howl too it would never occur to him that I was as badly off as he . And yet he is tender - hearted and affectionate in intention , and I can't ...
... Hans ! If we were under a fiery hail together he would howl like a Greek , and if I did not howl too it would never occur to him that I was as badly off as he . And yet he is tender - hearted and affectionate in intention , and I can't ...
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Side 196 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are...
Side 367 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Side 352 - The idea that I am possessed with is that of restoring a political existence to my people, making them a nation again, giving them a national centre, such as the English have, though they too are scattered over the face of the globe.
Side 321 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Side 27 - the Jewish woman ' under pain of his curse. I was to feel everything I did not feel, and believe everything I did not believe. I was to feel awe for the bit of parchment in the mezuza over the door ; to dread lest a bit of butter should touch a bit of meat...
Side 273 - ... a long Satanic masquerade, which she had entered on with an intoxicated belief in its disguises, and had seen the end of in shrieking fear lest she herself had become one of the evil spirits who were dropping their human mummery and hissing around her with serpent tongues. In this way Gwendolen's mind paused over Offendene and made it the scene of many thoughts ; but she gave no further outward sign of interest in .this conversation, any more than in Sir Hugo's opinion on the telegraphic cable...
Side 134 - All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away : I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.
Side 25 - The speech was in fact a piece of what may be called sincere acting: this woman's nature was one in which all feeling — and all the more when it was tragic as well as real — immediately became matter of conscious representation : experience immediately passed into drama, and she acted her own emotions. In a minor degree this is nothing uncommon, but in the Princess the acting had a rare perfection of physiognomy, voice, and gesture. It would not be true to say that she felt less because of this...
Side 354 - Gwendolen's small life: she was for the first time feeling the pressure of a vast mysterious movement, for the first time being dislodged from her supremacy in her own world, and getting a sense that her horizon was but a dipping onward of an existence with which her own was revolving.
Side 205 - WITHIN the gentle heart Love shelters him As birds within the green shade of the grove. Before the gentle heart, in nature's scheme. Love was not, nor the gentle heart ere Love. For with the sun, at once. So sprang the light immediately ; nor was Its birth before the sun's. And Love hath his effect in gentleness Of very self ; even as Within the middle fire the heat's excess.