The History of David GrieveSmith, Elder et Company, 1891 - 576 páginas |
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... dark colouring was more vivacious and pronounced than his sister's , because the red of his cheek and lip was deeper , while his features , though larger than hers , were more finely regular , and his eyes had the same piercing ...
... dark colouring was more vivacious and pronounced than his sister's , because the red of his cheek and lip was deeper , while his features , though larger than hers , were more finely regular , and his eyes had the same piercing ...
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... dark moorside stood what remained of the primitive workshop . The fire - marked stones of the hearth were plainly visible ; deep in the heather near lay the broken jambs of the window ; a stone doorway with its lintel was still standing ...
... dark moorside stood what remained of the primitive workshop . The fire - marked stones of the hearth were plainly visible ; deep in the heather near lay the broken jambs of the window ; a stone doorway with its lintel was still standing ...
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... down at him , a broad smile lighting up the dark and vivid face . Old ' Lias supplied him with a perpetual ' spectacle ' which never palled . ' Coe him back , ' Lias , he's soomwheer 10 BOOK I THE HISTORY OF DAVID GRIEVE.
... down at him , a broad smile lighting up the dark and vivid face . Old ' Lias supplied him with a perpetual ' spectacle ' which never palled . ' Coe him back , ' Lias , he's soomwheer 10 BOOK I THE HISTORY OF DAVID GRIEVE.
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... dark , burning eyes . ' My mither worn't bad ; an if yo say she wor , yo're a beast for sayin it ! I wish it wor yo wor dead , an my mither wor here instead o ' yo ! ' To convey the concentrated rage of this speech is impossible . It ...
... dark , burning eyes . ' My mither worn't bad ; an if yo say she wor , yo're a beast for sayin it ! I wish it wor yo wor dead , an my mither wor here instead o ' yo ! ' To convey the concentrated rage of this speech is impossible . It ...
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... dark and in solitude , there were no distractions , and as the boy put his head down on his arms , rolling it from side to side as though to shake them off , the same old images pursued him - the lodging - house room , and the ...
... dark and in solitude , there were no distractions , and as the boy put his head down on his arms , rolling it from side to side as though to shake them off , the same old images pursued him - the lodging - house room , and the ...
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Ancoats Ancrum artist asked Barbier Barbizon began beside breath Cécile cheek child Clough End coom cried Daddy dark David Grieve Davy Derbyshire doan't door Dora Dora's dress Edale Elise excitement eyes face farm father fell felt foak Fontainebleau friends Frimley George Sand girl half hand head heart hour instinctively Kinder Scout knee knew Lady Driffield Lancashire laughed Lias looked Louie Louvre Lucy Lucy's Madame Cervin Mademoiselle Manchester marriage Meanwhile mind Monsieur Montjoie moor moorland morning never night once Paris passion poor Purcell Red Brook round Sandy seemed silence sister sitting smile staring stood strange street suddenly talk tell Theer's things thought threw told tone took turned Uncle Reuben voice walked wife woman words yo're young
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Página 105 - tis Love! Thou diedst for me, I hear thy whisper in my heart. The morning breaks, the shadows flee: . Pure Universal Love thou art; To me, to all, thy bowels move, Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Página 196 - Brightening with beams the morning pale. And burning in the mid-day sky, Quench thou the fires of hate and strife, The wasting fever of the heart ; From perils guard our feeble life, And to our souls thy peace impart.
Página 50 - Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep. Let us not slip the occasion, whether scorn, Or satiate fury, yield it from our Foe. Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild, The seat of Desolation, void of light...
Página 574 - SANT' ILARIO ; A Sequel to Saracinesca. A singularly powerful and beautiful story, fulfilling every requirement of artistic fiction. IN THE PALACE OF THE KING : A Love Story of Old Madrid. Illustrated. The imaginative richness, the marvellous ingenuity of plot, and the charm of romantic environment, rank this novel among the great creations. GROSSET...
Página 21 - He who loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how shall he love God whom he hath not seen ? You, Mr.
Página 534 - Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Página 133 - Vast Superstition ! Glorious style of weakness ! Sprung from the deep disquiet of man's passion, To dissolution and despair of Nature : Thy texts bring princes' titles into question : Thy prophets set on work the sword of tyrants : They manacle sweet Truth with their distinctions : Let Virtue blood : teach Cruelty for God's sake ; Fashioning one God ; yet Him of many fashions, Like many-headed Error, in their passions. Mankind...
Página 105 - In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold! Art thou the Man that died for me? The secret of thy love unfold; Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.
Página 105 - Come, O thou Traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see; My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee ; With Thee all night I mean to stay, And. wrestle till the break of day.
Página xvi - For every artist of whatever type there is one inexorable law. Your " criticism of life " must be fashioned under the conditions of imaginative truth and imaginative beauty. If you, being a novelist, .make a dull story, not all the religious argument in the world will or should save you. For your business is to make a novel, not a pamphlet, a reflection of human life, and not merely a record of intellectual conception. But under these conditions everything is open — try what you will — and the...