An Hour with Charlotte Bronté: Or, Flowers from a Yorkshire MoorFunk & Wagnalls, 1883 - 156 pages |
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An Hour with Charlotte Bronté: Or, Flowers from a Yorkshire Moor Charlotte Brontë,Laura Carter Holloway Affichage du livre entier - 1882 |
An Hour with Charlotte Bronté: Or, Flowers from a Yorkshire Moor Charlotte Brontë,Laura Carter Holloway Affichage d'extraits - 1976 |
An Hour with Charlotte Bronte: Or, Flowers from a Yorkshire Moor (Classic ... Laura C. Holloway Aucun aperçu disponible - 2017 |
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Page 3 - A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 51 - I suffered much before I left Brussels. I think, however long I live, I shall not forget what the parting with M. Heger cost me. It grieved me so much to grieve him who has been so true, kind, and disinterested a friend.
Page 122 - Reed; for I read a sincere nature in your ardent eyes and on your clear front), and God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness — to glory?
Page 118 - I see," she pursued presently ; " that is the question which most old maids are puzzled to solve : other people solve it for them by saying, ' Your place is to do good to others, to be helpful whenever help is wanted.
Page 79 - Jane Eyre, who had been an ardent, expectant woman— almost a bride, was a cold, solitary girl again: her life was pale; her prospects were desolate. A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud...
Page 82 - MY powers were in play and in force. I told him to forbear question or remark; I desired him to leave me: I must and would be alone. He obeyed at once. Where there is energy to command well enough, obedience never fails. I mounted to my chamber; locked myself in; fell on my knees; and prayed in my way - a different way to St. John's, but effective in its own fashion. I seemed to penetrate very near a Mighty Spirit; and my soul rushed out in gratitude at His feet.
Page 45 - I fancied an austere little Joan of Arc marching in upon us, and rebuking our easy lives, our easy morals. She gave me the impression of being a very pure, and lofty, and highminded person. A great and holy reverence of right and truth seemed to be with her always.
Page 133 - And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion, The memory of the Past may die. But there are hours of lonely musing, Such as in evening silence come, When, soft as birds their pinions closing, The heart's best feelings gather home.
Page 48 - I could not forbear laughing aloud when I perused that part of your letter; he is certainly the personification of consummate villainy, and in the delineation of his dark and profoundly artful mind, Scott exhibits a wonderful knowledge of human nature, as well as surprising skill in embodying his perceptions so as to enable others to become participators in that knowledge.
Page 102 - Then, looking up, have I seen in the sky a head amidst circling stars, of which the midmost and the brightest lent a ray sympathetic and attent. A spirit, softer and better than Human Reason, has descended with quiet flight to the waste - bringing all round her a sphere of air borrowed of eternal summer...