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Page 451 - ... the conjurors ! My people conquer nothing, win none; they are actual, yet uncommon. It is the clockwork 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; and if you are there impervious to them, we are lost : back I go to my wilderness, where, as you perceive, I have contracted the habit of listening to my own voice more than is good...
Page 39 - a brunette of the fine lineaments of the good blood of France.' 'She chattered snatches of Venetian caught from the gondoliers, she was like a delicate cup of crystal brimming with the beauty of the place, and making one drink in all his impressions through her.
Page 451 - 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...
Page 16 - Heroes, in (so she esteemed it) a style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation, so loose and rough it seemed; a wind-in-the-orchard style, that tumbled down here and there an appreciable fruit with. uncouth bluster...
Page 243 - ... abstraction, or subordination of the faculties to a distant view, comparable to a ship's crew in difficulties receiving the report of the man at the masthead. Beauchamp deceived Miss Denham too, and himself, by saying, as if he cherished the philosophy of defeat, besides the resolution to fight on, — "It 's only a skirmish lost, and that counts for nothing in a battle without end: it must be incessant.
Page 17 - 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.
Page 41 - I admire was surely the fruit of these stone-cutters chanting hymns of faith ; it could not but be : and if it deserved, as he says, to die disgraced, I think we should go back to them, and ask them whether their minds were as pure and holy as he supposes.' Her French wits would not be subdued. Nevil pointed to the palaces. ' Pride,' said she. He argued that the original Venetians were not responsible for their offspring. ' You say it ? ' she cried, ' You, of an old race ? Oh, no ; you do not feel...
Page 4 - ... 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 blood-heat, and myself calm as a statue of Memnon in prostrate Egypt!
Page 263 - Professors, prophets, masters, each hitherto has had his creed and system to offer, good mayhap for the term, and each has put it forth for the truth everlasting, to drive the dagger to the heart of time, and put the axe to human growth ! — that one circle of wisdom issuing of the experience and needs of their day, should act the despot over all other circles for ever ! . . . The creed that rose in heaven sets below ; and where we had an angel we have cloven-feet and fangs. Ask how that is ! The...