The Cloister and the Hearth: A Tale of the Middle Ages, Volume 4Trübner & Company, 60 Paternoster Row, 1861 |
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The Cloister and the Hearth: A Tale of the Middle Ages, Volume 4 Charles Reade Visualizzazione completa - 1898 |
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The Cloister and the Hearth: A Tale of the Middle Ages, Volume 4 Charles Reade Visualizzazione completa - 1893 |
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Pagina 180 - Bead that, thou hard old man, that didst imprison thy son, read, and see what monsters thou hast brought into the world. The memory of my wrongs, and hers, dwell with you all for ever ! I will meet you again at the judgment day ; on earth ye will never see me more.
Pagina 75 - '' By you. You have been fretting.'' " Nay, indeed, mother. How can I help fretting ? " " Don't tell me, Margaret. A nursing mother has no business to fret. She must turn her mind away from her grief to the comfort that lies in her lap. Know you not that the child pines if the mother vexes herself? This comes of your reading and writing. Those idle crafts befit a :nan ; but they keep all useful knowledge out of a woman. The child must be weaned.
Pagina 397 - Erasmum, than any other pigmy comprehends a giant, or partisan a judge. First scholar and divine of his epoch, he was also the heavenborn dramatist of his century. Some of the best scenes in this new book are from his mediaeval pen, and illumine the pages where they come ; for the words of a genius so high as his are not born to die...
Pagina 285 - ... monastic life fosters this sentiment. The innocent distress on the cherubic face, the tears that ran so smoothly from those transparent violets, his eyes, and his pretty, dismal cry for his only friend, his mother, went through the hermit's heart. He employed all his gentleness and all his art to soothe him: and as the little soul was wonderfully intelligent for his age, presently succeeded so far that he ceased to cry out, and wonder took the place of fear; while in silence, broken only in little...
Pagina 376 - Hearth moreover, tails out tediously, though the end, when it comes, is exquisite — a thing of human blood purified to tears and tears to divine balm. ' But now the good fight is won, ah me ! Oh my love, if thou hast lived doubting of thy Gerard's heart, die not so ; for never was woman loved so tenderly as thou this ten years past.
Pagina 286 - At this his bowels yearned so over the poor deserted cherub that the tears of pure tenderness stood in his eyes, and still, beneath the crime of the mother, he saw the divine goodness, which had so directed her heartlessness as to comfort his servant's breaking heart. 'Now bless thee, bless thee, bless thee, sweet innocent, I would not change thee for e'en a cherub in heaven.
Pagina 297 - He sighed deeply. The next moment the moonlight burst into his cell, and with it, and in it, and almost as swift as it, Margaret Brandt was down at his knee with a timorous hand upon his shoulder. 'Gerard, you do not reject us. You cannot.
Pagina 156 - Margaret, seeing so many eyes levelled at her, shrank terrified behind the pillar, with one scared hurried glance at the preacher. Momentary as that glance was, it caught in that stricken face an expression that made her shiver. She turned faint, and sat down on a heap of chips the workmen had left, and buried her face in her hands. The sermon went on again. She heard the sound of it, but not the sense. She tried to think, but her mind was in a whirl. Thought would fix itself in no shape but this,...
Pagina 297 - Tergoo, with which his own mother had often set him off. And the child sank into a profound sleep upon his arm, and he stopped croning and gazed on him with infinite tenderness, yet sadness ; for at that moment he could not help thinking what might have been but for a piece of paper with a lie in it.