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Perhaps the wind
Wails so in winter for the summers dead,
And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries
For what has been and is not.
The Spanish Gypsy (1868)
Speech is but broken light upon the depth
Of the unspoken.
The Spanish Gypsy (1868)
No great deed is done
By falterers who ask for certainty.
The Spanish Gypsy (1868)
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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)
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
Middlemarch (1871)
The dew-bead
Gem of earth and sky begotten.
The Spanish Gypsy (1868)
"[T]here's allays two 'pinions; there's the 'pinion a man has of himsen, and there's the 'pinion other folks have on him. There'd be two 'pinions about a cracked bell, if the bell could hear itself."
Silas Marner: The Weaver of Raveloe (1861)
The immortal name of Jubal filled the sky,
While Jubal lonely laid him down to die.
The Legend of Jubal (1869)
Nature repairs her ravages, — repairs them with her sunshine, and with human labor.
The Mill on the Floss (1860)
Façade of Santa Croce, one of the Florentine locations used in the historical novel Romola.
In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.
Silas Marner: The Weaver of Raveloe (1861)
I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.
The Mill on the Floss (1860)
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
The Mill on the Floss (1860)
I could not live in peace if I put the shadow of a willful sin between myself and God.
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)
'Tis God gives skill,
But not without men's hands: He could not make
Antonio Stradivari's violins
Without Antonio.
Stradivarius (1868)
If art does not enlarge men's sympathies, it does nothing morally.
There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.