Memoirs of a MidgetFictional memoirs narrated by the diminutive orphan Miss M. who tells of falling in love with a regular sized woman, being courted by a male dwarf, and deciding to join the circus to resolve the conflict. |
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Page 207 - and found printed there, for motto, a passage from Shakespeare :— "He that has had a little tiny wit,— With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,— Must make content with his fortunes fit, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 7 - Did'st thou ever see a lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body: this world is like her little turf of grass; and the heaven o'er our heads, like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge of the small compass of our prison.
Page 133 - by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. And what a glance of light and fire she cast me when she came to stanza six of the poem:— "Lead her from the festive boards, Point her to the starry skies! . . ." And she imitated Lady Pollacke's niece's—Miss Oran's—'cello
Page 203 - heart the weakest thing Itself can ponder. Yet, Heart, when sun and cloud are pined And drop together; And at a blast which is not wind, The forests wither. Thou, from the darkening, deathly curse To glory breakest,— The Strongest of the Universe Guarding the weakest.
Page 203 - Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall With darkness yonder! The cloud, a little wind can move Where'er it listeth; The wind, a little leaf above, Though sere, resisteth! What time that yellow leaf was green, My days were gladder: Now on its branch each summer-sheen May find me
Page 136 - The very first sentence of this strange, dwelling book, was a spell: "1801.—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord —the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with." . . . And when, a few lines farther on, I read: "He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows"—the apparition of who but Mr
Page 203 - each summer-sheen May find me sadder! Ah, me! a leaf with sighs can wring My lips asunder— Then is my heart the weakest thing Itself can ponder. Yet, Heart, when sun and cloud are pined And drop together; And at a blast which is not wind, The forests wither. Thou, from the darkening, deathly curse To glory breakest,— The Strongest of the Universe Guarding the weakest.
Page 221 - And he told me, whether in time or space I know not, of a country whose people were of my stature and slenderness. This was a land, he said, walled in by enormous, ice-capped mountains
Page 222 - there, only world wilderness of snow-dazzling mountain-top and green valley, ravine, and condor, and what might just be Nature's small ingenuities—mounds and traceries. Yet within all was quiet loveliness, feet light as
Page 180 - can't say—it shocked and frightened me beyond words. But I answered him steadily none the less. "Listen, Mr Crimble,'' I said, "look at me, here, what I am. I have had my desperate moments too—more alone in the world than you can ever be! And I swear before God that I will never, never be not myself.