Charlotte Brontë; 1816-1916: A Centenary MemorialT. F. Unwin, Limited, 1917 - 330 trang |
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Trang 204 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Trang 66 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Trang 73 - Though earth and man were gone And suns and universes ceased to be And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
Trang 74 - If Thou shouldst bring me back to life, More humbled I should be ; More wise — more strengthened for the strife — More apt to lean on Thee. Should death be standing at the gate, Thus should I keep my vow : But, Lord ! whatever be my fate, Oh, let me serve Thee now ! These lines written, the desk was closed, the pen laid aside — for ever.
Trang 267 - Give over with that baby-work!" I interrupted, dragging the pillow away, and turning the holes towards the mattress, for she was removing its contents by handfuls. "Lie down and shut your eyes : you're wandering. There's a mess ! The down is flying about like snow.
Trang 16 - 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.
Trang 267 - It wanted to get to its nest, for the clouds touched the swells, and it felt rain coming. This feather was picked up from the heath, the bird was not shot — we saw its nest in the winter, full of little skeletons. Heathcliff set a trap over it, and the old ones dare not come.
Trang 114 - tis true: 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect; For this effect, defective, comes by cause: Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Trang 33 - At seven came Miss Martineau and Miss Bronte" (Jane Eyre) ; talked to Miss Martineau (who blasphemes frightfully) about the prospects of the Church of England, and, wretched man that I am, promised to go and see her cow-keeping miracles * to-morrow — I, who hardly know a cow from a sheep.
Trang 272 - I'm bound before spring is over! There it is: not among the Lintons, mind, under the chapel-roof, but in the open air, with a head-stone; and you may please yourself, whether you go to them or come to me ! " "Catherine, what have you done?