 These familiar flowers, these well-remembered bird-notes, this sky with its fitful brightness, these furrowed and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by the capricious hedgerows — such things as these are the mother tongue of...  The North British Review - Seite 1691860Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | George Eliot - 1860 - 384 Seiten
...blue sky, the white star-flowers and the blue-eyed speedwell and the ground ivy at my feet —what grove of tropic palms, what strange ferns or splendid...fleeting hours of our childhood left behind them. 0ur delight in the sunshine on the deepbladed grass to-day, might be no more than the faint perception... | |
 | George Eliot - 1877 - 494 Seiten
...and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by the capricious hedgerows — such things as these are the mother tongue of our imagination,...it were not for the sunshine and the grass in the far-oif years, which still live in us, and transform our perception into love. CHAPTER VI. THE AUNTS... | |
 | Nicholas Patrick Wiseman - 1881 - 634 Seiten
...and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by the capricious hedgerows — such things as these are the mother tongue of our imagination,...fleeting hours of our childhood left behind them. And so Maggie Tulliver, when she read about Christiana passing " the river over which there is no bridge,"... | |
 | George Eliot - 1883 - 850 Seiten
...and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by the capricious hedgerows— such things as these are the mother tongue of our imagination,...Our delight in the sunshine on the deep-bladed grass to day might be no more than the faint perception of wearied souls, if it were not for the sunshine... | |
 | 1886 - 296 Seiten
...of personality given to it by the capricious hedge-rows—such things as these are the mothertongue of our imagination, the language that is laden with...left behind them. Our delight in the sunshine on the deep bladed grass to-day might be no more than the faint perception of wearied souls, if it were not... | |
 | George Eliot - 1887 - 512 Seiten
...and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by the capricious hedgerows — such things as these are the mother tongue of our imagination,...fleeting hours of our childhood left behind them, v Our delight in the sunshine on the deep-bladed grass to-day, might be no more than the faint perception... | |
 | William Williams (B. A.) - 1890 - 360 Seiten
...golden ray, as the heavily laden steamboat marches onward. 8. These home scenes are the mother-tongue of our imagination, the language that is laden with...wearied souls, if it were not for the sunshine and grass of far-off years, which still live in us, and transform our perception into love. (Are the diction... | |
 | William Williams - 1890 - 354 Seiten
...golden ray, as the heavily laden steamboat marches onward. 8. These home scenes are the mother-tongue of our imagination, the language that is laden with...wearied souls, if it were not for the sunshine and grass of far-off years, which still live in us, and transform our perception into love. (Are the diction... | |
 | George Eliot - 1890 - 512 Seiten
...and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by the capricious hedgerows — such things as these are the mother tongue of our imagination, the language that is laden jvith all the subtle inextricable associations the fleeting hours of our childhood left behind them.... | |
 | Eugene Cunningham Branson - 1899 - 400 Seiten
...broad-petaled blossoms, could ever thrill such deep and delicate fibers within me as this home scene? These familiar flowers, these wellremembered bird-notes,...fleeting hours of our childhood left behind them. FIFTH READER. 93 Our delight in the sunshine on the deep-bladed grass to-day might be no more than... | |
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