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Page 441 - My way is like a Rhone island in the summer drought, stony, unattractive and difficult between the two forceful streams of the unreal and the over-real, which delight mankind — honour to the conjurors ! My people conquer nothing, win none ; they are actual, yet uncommon. It is the clock-work of the brain that they are directed to set in motion, and — poor troop of actors to vacant benches ! — the conscience residing in thoughtfulness which they would appeal to...
Page 6 - ... are actually the motives of men in a greater degree than their appetites : these are my theme ; and may it be my fortune to keep them at bloodheat, and myself calm as a statue of Memnon in prostrate Egypt ! He sits there waiting for the sunlight ; I here, and readier to be musical than you think.
Page 39 - ... through her. Her features had the soft irregularities which run to rarities of beauty, as the ripple rocks the light; mouth, eyes, brows, nostrils, and bloomy cheeks played into one another liquidly; thought flew, tongue followed, and the flash of meaning quivered over them like night-lightning. Or oftener, to speak truth, tongue flew, thought followed: her age was but newly seventeen, and she was French.
Page 258 - The people are the Power to come. Oppressed, unprotected, abandoned ; left to the ebb and flow of the tides of the market, now taken on to work, now cast off to starve, committed to the shifting laws of demand and supply, slaves of Capital — the whited name for old accursed Mammon ; and of all the ranked and blackuniformed host no pastor to come out of the association of shepherds, and proclaim before heaven and man the primary claim of their cause ; — they are, I say, the power, worth the seduction...
Page 258 - Meanwhile, note this : the people are the Power to come. Oppressed, unprotected, abandoned ; left to the ebb jind flow of the tides of the market, now taken on to work, now cast off to starve, committed to the shifting laws of demand and supply, slaves of Capital — the whited name for old accursed Mammon : and of all the ranked and blackuniformed host no pastor to come out of the association of shepherds, and proclaim before heaven and man the primary claim of their cause ; — they are, I say,...
Page 64 - ... head of the gulf waiting for the sun; and the sun struck them. One by one they came out in crimson flame, till the vivid host appeared to have stepped forward. The shadows on the snow-fields deepened to purple below an irradiation of rose and pink and dazzling silver. There of all the world you might imagine Gods to sit. A crowd of mountains endless in range, erect, or flowing, shattered and arid, or leaning in smooth lustre, hangs above the gulf. The mountains are sovereign Alps, and the sea...
Page 18 - Malta, captivated by its title, and had, since the day of his purchase, gone at it again and again, getting nibbles of golden meaning by instalments, as with a solitary pick in a very dark mine, until the illumination of an idea struck him that there was a great deal more in the book than there was in himself. This was sufficient to secure the devoted attachment of young Mr. Beauchamp. Rosamund sighed with apprehension to think of his unlikeness to boys and men among his countrymen in some things....
Page 255 - A exercise and source of strength ; its thread of conjunction with them. Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol ; the resource of superstition. There you misread it, Beauchamp. We that fight the living world must have the universal for succour of the truth in it. Cast forth the soul in prayer, you meet the effluence of the outer truth, you join with the creative elements giving breath to you...
Page 504 - The boy struck out both arms to get his fists against his eyelids. This is what we have in exchange for Beauchamp ! It was not uttered, but it was visible in the blank stare at one another of the two men who loved Beauchamp, after they had examined the insignificant bit of mudbank life remaining in this world in the place of him.