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Pagina 50 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Pagina 268 - 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...
Pagina 217 - 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.
Pagina 237 - Deronda's heart was pierced. He turned his eyes on her poor beseeching face and said, "I believe that you may become worthier than you have ever yet been — worthy to lead a life that may be a blessing. No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from. You have made efforts — you will go on making them.
Pagina 372 - 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.
Pagina 32 - If any one should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I feel it could no otherwise be expressed than by making answer, ' Because it was he : because it was I.
Pagina 122 - Her worn beauty had a strangeness in it as if she were not quite a human mother, but a Melusina, who had ties with some world which is independent of ours.
Pagina 118 - ... the blending of a complete personal love in one current with a larger duty...