Charlotte Brontë; 1816-1916: A Centenary MemorialT. F. Unwin, Limited, 1917 - 330 trang |
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Trang 176 - I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath : a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind : not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Trang 68 - 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 75 - 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 176 - It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff, now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
Trang 76 - 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 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 35 - 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 271 - Ah! you are come, are you, Edgar Linton?" she said, with angry animation. "You are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never! I suppose we shall have plenty of lamentations now...
Trang 318 - It was too far to return to dinner, and an allowance of cold meat and bread, in the same penurious proportion observed in our ordinary meals, was served round between the services. At the close of the afternoon service we returned by an exposed and hilly road, where the bitter winter wind, blowing over a range of snowy summits to the north, almost flayed the skin from our faces.
Trang 20 - Burn, then, little lamp ; glimmer straight and clear — Hush ! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air : He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me ; Strange Power ! I trust thy might ; trust thou my constancy.