What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Abolitionists Afghans Austen Barbauld beautiful became began blind born Bronte brother called Caroline Caroline Herschel character Charles Charlotte Charlotte Bronte child Cowan Bridge daughter death devoted died Dorothy Dorothy Wordsworth duties Edgeworthstown Elizabeth Elizabeth Fry England English father feel felt French friends girl Hannah happy heart Herschel honour hospital husband Ireland Jane Jane Austen Jane Eyre Joanna Baillie Kaiserswerth kind knew labour Lady Sale letter literary lived London Lord Lucretia Lucretia Mott Maria marriage married Mary Carpenter Mary Lamb mind Miss Edgeworth Miss Gilbert Miss Nightingale mother Napoleon nature never nursing patients poem poet poor prisoners Prussia Queen says sick Sister Dora slavery society Somerville story suffered sympathy things thought tion Walsall whole wife William William Herschel woman women words Wordsworth writing written wrote young
Page 137 - For, don't you mark? we're made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see; And so they are better, painted — better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that; God uses us to help each other so, 394 Lending our minds out.
Page 182 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 178 - The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes, she gave me ears ; And humble cares, and delicate fears ; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears ; And love, and thought, and joy.
Page 165 - VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men of Kent, Ye children of a Soil that doth advance Her haughty brow against the coast of France...
Page 154 - Without being so presumptuous as to hope to emulate the rich humour, pathetic tenderness, and admirable tact which pervade the works of my accomplished friend, I felt that something might be attempted for my own country, of the same kind with that which Miss Edgeworth so fortunately achieved for Ireland...
Page 180 - It was a beautiful morning. The City, St. Paul's, with the river and a multitude of little Boats, made a most beautiful sight as we crossed Westminster Bridge. The houses were not overhung by their cloud of smoke, and they were spread out endlessly, yet the sun shone so brightly, with such a fierce light, that there was even something like the purity of one of nature's own grand spectacles.
Page 182 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Page 45 - Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die, Nor leave thee, when gray hairs are nigh, A melancholy slave ; But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave.
Page 106 - Yes ; there is no Emily in time or on earth now. Yesterday we put her poor, wasted, mortal frame quietly under the Church pavement. We are very calm at present. Why should we be otherwise ? The anguish of seeing her suffer is over ; the spectacle of the pains of death is gone by ; the funeral day is past. We feel she is at peace. No need now to tremble for the hard frost and the keen wind. Emily does not feel them.