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Quotes from The Spanish Gypsy — George Eliot

1819–1880 England

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The stars are golden fruit upon a tree
All out of reach.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

The dew-bead
Gem of earth and sky begotten.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

Hopes have precarious life.
They are oft blighted, withered, snapped sheer off
In vigorous growth and turned to rottenness.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

Dear, I trusted you
As holy men trust God. You could do naught
That was not pure and loving—though the deed
Might pierce me unto death.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

The tread
Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher
Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause,
And hears them never pause, but pass and die.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

'Tis what I love determines how I love.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

Anger seeks its prey,—
Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw,
Likes not to go off hungry, leaving Love
To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

What if my words
Were meant for deeds.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

His smile is sweetened by his gravity.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

Friend more divine than all divinities.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

The worst of misery
Is when a nature framed for noblest things
Condemns itself in youth to petty joys,
And, sore athirst for air, breathes scanty life
Gasping from out the shallows.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

Fate has carried me
'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand—
Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast
To pierce another.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

When you see fair hair
Be pitiful.

The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: George Eliot (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.