Charlotte Brontë and Her SistersC. Scribner's sons, 1905 - 240 sivua |
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Sivu 77 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And Faith shines equal, arming me from Fear O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life, that in me has rest, As I, undying Life, have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by Thine infinity, So surely anchored on The steadfast...
Sivu 74 - And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, " Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty ! " Yes, as my swift days near their goal, Tis all that I implore ; In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.
Sivu 116 - As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, 'Let me in!
Sivu 123 - My sister Emily is gone into a situation as teacher in a large school of near forty pupils, near Halifax. I have had one letter from her since her departure; it gives an appalling account of her duties — hard labour from six in the morning until near eleven at night, with only one half-hour of exercise between. This is slavery. I fear she will never stand it.
Sivu 67 - 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.
Sivu 31 - She looked a little old woman, so short-sighted that she always appeared to be seeking something, and moving her head from side to side to catch a sight of it. She was very shy and nervous, and spoke with a strong Irish accent. When a book was given her, she dropped her head over it till her nose nearly touched it, and when she was told to hold her head up, up went the book after it, still close to her nose, so that it was not possible to help laughing.
Sivu 117 - Wuthering Heights' was hewn in a wild workshop. with simple tools. out of homely materials. The statuary found a granite block on a solitary moor: gazing thereon. he saw how from the crag might be elicited a head. savage. swart. sinister: a form moulded with at least one element of grandeur - power.
Sivu 235 - 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.
Sivu 203 - Lucy must not marry Dr. John; he is far too youthful, handsome, bright-spirited, and sweet-tempered; he is a * curled darling* of Nature and of Fortune, and must draw a prize in life's lottery. His wife must be young, rich, pretty; he must be made very happy indeed. If Lucy marries anybody, it must be the Professor—a man in whom there is much to forgive, much to
Sivu 78 - I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.