The Writings of George Eliot: Adam Bede

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1907
 

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עמוד 293 - Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh ! So shall each murmuring thought be gone, And grief, and fear, and care, shall fly, As clouds before the mid-day sun. 5 Speak to my warring passions,
עמוד 88 - Sharp ! yes, her tongue is like a new-set razor. She's quite original in her talk, too ; one of those untaught wits that help to stock a country with proverbs. I told you that capital thing I heard her say about Craig — that he was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow. Now that's an ^Esop's fable in a sentence.
עמוד 148 - Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night : Day-spring from on high, be near ; Day-star, in my heart appear.
עמוד 288 - Unknown towards which we have sent forth irrepressible cries in our loneliness. Let us rather be thankful that our sorrow lives in us as an indestructible force, only changing its form, as forces do, and passing from pain into sympathy — the one poor word which includes all our best insight and our best love.
עמוד 228 - You won't leave me, Dinah? You'll keep close to me?" "No, Hetty, I won't leave you. I'll stay with you to the last .... But, Hetty, there is some one else in this cell besides me, some one close to you." Hetty said, in a frightened whisper, "Who?
עמוד 323 - Leisure was quite a different personage: lie only read one newspaper, innocent of leaders, and was free from that periodicity of sensations which we call post-time. He was a contemplative, rather stout gentleman, of excellent digestion, — of quiet perceptions, undiseased by hypothesis: happy in his inability to know the causes of things, preferring the things themselves.
עמוד 104 - ... or at a turning by the wood where a clear brook was gurgling below; and surely, if there came a traveller to this world who knew nothing of the story of man's life upon it, this image of agony would seem to him strangely out of place in the midst of this joyous [ 106 ] nature.
עמוד 148 - Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unaccompanied by thee ; Joyless is the day's return Till thy mercy's beams I see, Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes and warm my heart.
עמוד 342 - ay, as vinegar matches one's teeth. If a man says a word, his wife'11 match [ 341 ] it with a contradiction; if he's a mind for hot meat, his wife '11 match it with cold bacon; if he laughs, she'll match him with whimpering. She's such a match as the horse-fly is to th' horse: she's got the right venom to sting him with — the right venom to sting him with.
עמוד 195 - There is no sort of wrong deed of which a man can bear the punishment alone : you can't isolate yourself, and say that the evil which is in you shall not spread. Men's lives are as thoroughly blended with each other as the air they breathe : evil spreads as necessarily as disease. I know, I feel the terrible extent of suffering this sin of Arthur's has caused to others ; but so does every sin cause suffering to others besides those who commit it.

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