Daniel Deronda, Bind 4W. Blackwood and Sons, 1876 - 288 sider |
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Side 37
... . It seemed as if her words had called out a latent obstinacy of race in him . " Why ? -ah , why ? " said the Princess , rising quickly and walking to the other side of the room BOOK VII . - THE MOTHER AND THE SON . 37.
... . It seemed as if her words had called out a latent obstinacy of race in him . " Why ? -ah , why ? " said the Princess , rising quickly and walking to the other side of the room BOOK VII . - THE MOTHER AND THE SON . 37.
Side 38
George Eliot. quickly and walking to the other side of the room , where she turned round and slowly approached him , as he , too , stood up . Then she began to speak again in a more veiled voice . " I can't ex- plain ; I can only say ...
George Eliot. quickly and walking to the other side of the room , where she turned round and slowly approached him , as he , too , stood up . Then she began to speak again in a more veiled voice . " I can't ex- plain ; I can only say ...
Side 53
... walking through a men- agerie and trying to imitate every animal in turn , succeeding best with the owl and the peccary . But I daresay you have seen something of this . He treats me with the easiest familiarity , and seems in general ...
... walking through a men- agerie and trying to imitate every animal in turn , succeeding best with the owl and the peccary . But I daresay you have seen something of this . He treats me with the easiest familiarity , and seems in general ...
Side 105
... walk up and down and smoke for a long while , pausing occasionally to point out a sail on the horizon , and at last would seat himself and look at Gwendolen with his narrow , immovable gaze , as if she were part of the complete yacht ...
... walk up and down and smoke for a long while , pausing occasionally to point out a sail on the horizon , and at last would seat himself and look at Gwendolen with his narrow , immovable gaze , as if she were part of the complete yacht ...
Side 130
... walk towards the quay , always a favourite haunt with him , and just now attractive with the possibility that he might be in time to see the Grandcourts come in from their boating . In this case , he resolved that he would advance to ...
... walk towards the quay , always a favourite haunt with him , and just now attractive with the possibility that he might be in time to see the Grandcourts come in from their boating . In this case , he resolved that he would advance to ...
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agita Anna answer baronet began better boat brother chair chest consciousness DANIEL DERONDA Davilow dear death Deronda felt Diplow dolen dread everything evil eyes Ezra face father feeling Gascoigne gave Genoa give glad gone Grandcourt Gwen Gwendolen Gwendolen Harleth hand Hans's happy heart Hebrew hinder hope Hugo's husband imagine impulse Italy Jewish Joseph Kalonymos Kaddish knew Lapidoth lips live look Mainz Mallinger Maremma marriage married Meyrick mind Mirah Mordecai mother ness never Offendene once pain passion paused perhaps poor possible present Princess Princess of Eboli reason Rector ring ronda rose seemed sense silence Sir Hugo smile sort soul speak speech spoke stay strong synagogue tell tenderness things thought tion told tone turned uncon uttered voice walk wanted watch wish woman wonder words yachting young
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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.