Under-currentsSmith, Elder, & Company, 1897 - 377 Seiten |
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angry ANNE BRONTË arms asks believe beneath breath brow chair CHAPTER CHARLOTTE BRONTË charming cold coldly colour coming cousin cries dare dark darling dear door Durdan eyes face father fear feel feet garden gaze girl give glad glance goes gone Greycourt grows Grunch hand hate head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour indignation Lady Riversdale laugh laugh breaks light lips little swift live look marriage marry mean mind miserable nervous never night once pale pallor passion pauses perhaps poor pretty says Dysart says Griselda says Miss Dysart says Peyton says Seaton says Sedley says Vera seems silence sister slowly smile sorry soul speak stands stay strange sudden summer-house sure sweet tears tell terrible thing thought to-day to-morrow told tone touch trembling turns Uncle Gregory Vera's voice whilst woman word young
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Seite 109 - How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Seite 185 - I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you — this brave, o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire — why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 348 - Gan thunder, and both ends of heaven ; the clouds, From many a horrid rift, abortive pour'd Fierce rain with lightning...
Seite 319 - I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
Seite 17 - A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pygmy body to decay; And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Seite 124 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, "He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Seite 37 - Severe decrees may keep our tongues in awe ; But to our thoughts, what edict can give law ? Even you yourself, to your own breast, shall tell Your crimes ; and your own conscience be your hell.
Seite 25 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.