The Professor (Google eBook)

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Smith, Elder, 1872 - 436 pages
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Charlotte display poetic style of writing….. - Goodreads
The ending isn't that appealing to me, either. - Goodreads
Her writing made an unlike able character bearable. - Goodreads
Precisely because it demands no effort of writing. - Goodreads
The plot of the story is very plain and predictable. - Goodreads

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User Review  - emanate28 - LibraryThing

The meat of the story was interesting as a study of character and of human interaction, although as far as novels go, "The Professor" read more like a sketch, with a very straight-forward plot and ... Read full review

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User Review  - Lada - Goodreads

Why am I drawn to writing something about this sort of novels. Precisely because it demands no effort of writing. One writes it extremely fast and one book more among reviews. It is about the ... Read full review

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Page 351 - Cold in the earth— and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?
Page 161 - LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is ; that I may know how frail I am.
Page 352 - Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine. And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
Page 420 - No Coward Soul is Mine The following are the last lines my sister Emily ever wrote :No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life - that in me has rest, As I - undying Life - have power in thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To...
Page 419 - I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
Page 372 - Riches I hold in light esteem, And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream, That vanished with the morn: And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!
Page 420 - Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee. There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou — THOU art Being and Breath, And what THOU art may never be destroyed.
Page 351 - No second morn has ever shone for me: All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But, when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy...
Page 402 - Everv morning when she woke, the vision. of home and the moors rushed on her, and darkened and saddened the day that lay before her. Nobody knew what ailed her but me — I knew only too well. In this struggle her health was quickly broken : her white face, attenuated form, and failing strength, threatened rapid decline. I felt in my heart she would die, if she did not go home, and with this conviction obtained her recall.
Page 367 - Stanzas to Well, some may hate, and some may scorn, And some may quite forget thy name; But my sad heart must ever mourn Thy ruined hopes, thy blighted fame! Twas thus I thought, an hour ago, Even weeping o'er that wretch's woe; One word turned back my gushing tears, And lit my altered eye with sneers. Then "Bless the friendly dust," I said, "That hides thy unlamented head! Vain as thou wert, and weak as vain, The slave of Falsehood, Pride, and Pain, — My heart has nought akin to thine; Thy soul...

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