The Ordeal of Richard Feverel: A History of a Father and SonChapman and Hall, 1887 - 472 pages |
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Page 97 - ... her, containing a dreamy youth; and still she plucked the fruit, and ate, and mused, as if no fairy prince were invading her territories, and as if she wished not for one, or knew not her wishes. Surrounded by the green shaven meadows, the pastoral summer buzz, the weir-fall's thundering white, amid the breath and beauty of wild flowers, she was a bit of lovely human life in a fair setting; a terrible attraction. The Magnetic Youth leaned round to note his proximity to the weir-piles, and beheld...
Page 96 - Above green-flashing plunges of a weir, and shaken by the thunder below, lilies, golden and white, were swaying at anchor among the reeds. Meadow-sweet hung from the banks thick with weed and trailing bramble, and there also hung a daughter of earth. Her face was shaded by a broad straw hat with a flexible brim that left her lips and chin in the sun, and, sometimes nodding, sent forth a light of promising eyes. Across her shoulders, and behind, flowed large loose curls, brown in shadow, almost golden...
Page 102 - It's true," he said; and his own gravity then touched him to join a duet with her, which made them no longer feel strangers, and did the work of a month of intimacy. Better than sentiment, laughter opens the breast to love; opens the whole breast to his full quiver, instead of a corner here and there for a solitary arrow. Hail the occasion propitious, O British young!
Page 443 - He was in other hands. Vivid as lightning the Spirit of Life illumined him. He felt in his heart the cry of his child, his darling's touch. With shut eyes he saw them both. They drew him from the depths ; they led him a blind and tottering man. And as they led him he had a sense of purification so sweet he shuddered again and again.
Page 173 - remember,' says THE PILGRIM'S SCRIP, 'that Nature, though heathenish, reaches at her best to the footstool of the Highest. She is not all dust, but a living portion of the spheres. In aspiration it is our error to despise her, forgetting that through Nature only can we ascend.
Page 98 - ... waves of hair, call them, — rippling at the ends, went like a sunny red-veined torrent down her back almost to her waist; a glorious vision to the youth, who embraced it as a flower of beauty, and read not a feature. There were curious features of color in her face for him to have read.
Page 134 - Out in the world there, on the skirts of the woodland, a sheep-boy pipes to meditative eve on a penny-whistle. Love's musical instrument is as old, and as poor : it has but two stops ; and yet, you see, the cunning musician does thus much with it...
Page 6 - is, that in that dark Ordeal we gather the worthiest around us.' And [the baronet's fair friend], Lady Blandish, and some few true men and women, held Austin Wentworth high. [He did not live with his wife ; and Sir Austin, whose mind was bent on the future of our species, reproached him with being barren to posterity, while knaves were propagating...
Page 440 - Austin he would be back in a few minutes, he sallied into the air, and walked on and on. ' A father ! ' he kept repeating to himself : ' a child ! ' And though he knew it not, he was striking the key-notes of Nature. But he did know of a singular harmony that suddenly burst over his whole being.
Page 455 - ... Proverbs — what is he but a narrow mind the mouthpiece of narrower ?" " I do not agree with that," she observed. He was in no humour for argument. " Was your humility feigned when you wrote it ?" He merely said : " Consider the sort of minds influenced by set sayings.