George (Marian Evans Cross) Eliot 1819-1880 John Bartlett


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Creeds of terror.
Spanish Gypsy. Book i.
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A serious ape whom none take seriously, Obliged in this fool’s world to earn his nuts By hard buffoonery.
Spanish Gypsy. Book i.
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His smile is sweetened by his gravity.
Spanish Gypsy. Book i.
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Certain winds will make men’s temper bad.
Spanish Gypsy. Book i.
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Sad as a wasted passion.
Spanish Gypsy. Book i.
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Knightly love is blent with reverence As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.
Spanish Gypsy. Book i.
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Inclination snatches arguments To make indulgence seem judicious choice.
Spanish Gypsy. Book i.
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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.
Spanish Gypsy. Book i.
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Who can prove Wit to be witty when with deeper ground Dulness intuitive declares wit dull?
A College Breakfast-party.
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Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.
Poems: Oh may I join the Choir invisible.



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It’s but little good you’ll do watering last year’s crops.
Adam Bede. Chap. xviii.
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He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow. 1
Adam Bede. Chap. xxxiii.
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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
Romola. Book iii. Chap. xvii.
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Men’s men: gentle or simple, they’re much of a muchness.
Daniel Deronda. Book iv. Chap. xxxi.

Note 1.
Rostand: Chantecler: Hymn to the Sun, page 998. [back]