Olive: A Novel, Volume 2

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Chapman and Hall, 1850
 

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Pagina 198 - That it may please thee to bring into the way of truth all such as have erred, and are deceived; We beseech thee to hear us, good Lord.
Pagina 299 - Effie come — To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast — And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest THE LOTOS-EATERS "COURAGE!
Pagina 298 - And you'll come sometimes and see me where I am lowly laid. I shall not forget you, mother, I shall hear you when you pass, With your feet above my head in the long and pleasant grass.
Pagina 298 - I'm far away. Good-night, good-night, when I have said good-night for evermore. And you see me carried out from the threshold of the door; Don't let Effie come to see me till my grave be growing green: She'll be a better child to you than ever I have been.
Pagina 49 - A man of stainless virtue, or how can he reach the pure ideal ? A man of iron will, indomitable daring, and passions strong, yet kept always leashed in his hand. Last and greatest, a man who, feeling within him the divine spirit, with his whole soul worships God...
Pagina 48 - I said that it was impossible for a woman to become an artist — I mean a great artist. Have you ever thought what that term implies? Not only a painter, but a poet; a man of learning, of reading, of observation. A gentleman — we artists have been the friends of kings.
Pagina 139 - She said these words with vehement passion. But Olive answered, calmly, " Hush5 Christal! — let me call you Christal; for I am much older than you. Lie down and rest. Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding. You have good friends here, who will care for you very much, I doubt not. Be content, my poor, tired child!
Pagina 47 - By some mute tempest, rolled on her. The shade Of her bright image floated on the river Of liquid light, which then did end and fade. Her radiant shape upon its verge did shiver Aloft, her flowing hair like strings of flame did quiver.
Pagina 58 - That sense of personal imperfection which she deemed excluded her from a woman's natural destiny, gave her freedom in her own. Brought into contact with the world, she scarce felt like a young and timid girl, but as a being — isolated, yet strong in her isolation; who mingles, and must mingle, among men, not as a woman, but as one who, like themselves, pursues her own calling, has her own spirit's aim ; and can therefore step aside for no vain fear, nor sink beneath any idle shame.
Pagina 55 - A Michelangelo can stand alone with his genius, and so go sternly down unto a desolate old age. But there scarce ever lived the woman who would not rather sit meekly by her own hearth, with her husband at her side, and her children at her knee, than be the crowned Corinne of the Capitol

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