The Mill on the FlossMisunderstood Maggie Tulliver is torn. Her rebellious and passionate nature demands expression, while her provincial kin and community expect self-denial. Based closely on the author's own life, Maggie's story explores the conflicts of love and loyalty and the friction between desire and moral responsibility. Written in 1860, "The Mill on the Floss" was published to instant popularity. An accurate, evocative depiction of English rural life, this compelling narrative features a vivid and realistic cast, headed by one of 19th-century literature's most appealing characters. Required reading for most students, it ranks prominently among the great Victorian novels. |
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९९ Adam Bede aunt Glegg aunt Pullet Bessy better boat Bob's bonnet brother chany CHAPTER Deane dear Dodson Dorlcote Mill dread Dunlow Euclid everything eyes face father feeling felt Floss Garum George Eliot girl give gypsies hair hand happiness head heart Henry Altemus Company Jakin Kenn Kezia knew lady Latin live look Lorton Lucy Lucy's Luke Maggie Maggie's Magsie Manichæism married mind Miss Tulliver Moss mother Mumps nature never niver Ogg's once pain perhaps Philip Wakem pity poor Riley round Scenes of Clerical seemed sense silent sister smile sort speak Stelling Stephen Guest strong sure talk tell there's things thought Tom's tone Tulliver's turned uncle Pullet voice walked wife wish woman words world's wife young دو
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Page 469 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 39 - Our delight in the sunshine on the deep-bladed grass to-day might be no more than the faint perception of wearied souls, if it were not for the sunshine and the grass in the far-off years which still live in us, and transform our perception into love.
Page 294 - It was written down by a hand that waited for the heart's prompting ; it is the chronicle of a solitary, hidden anguish, struggle, trust and triumph — not written on velvet cushions to teach endurance to those who are treading with bleeding feet on the stones. And so it remains to all time a lasting record of human needs and human consolations : the voice of a brother who, ages ago, felt and suffered and renounced — in the cloister, perhaps, with...
Page 38 - We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, — if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass — the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows — the same redbreasts that we used to call " God's birds," because they did no harm to the precious crops.
Page 1 - On this mighty tide the black ships — laden with the freshscented fir-planks, with rounded sacks of oil-bearing seed, or with the dark glitter of coal — are borne along to the town of St. Ogg's, which shows its aged, fluted red roofs and the broad gables of its wharves...
Page 3 - I have been pressing my elbows on the arms of my chair, and dreaming that I was standing on the bridge in front of Dorlcote Mill, as it looked one February afternoon many years ago.
Page 294 - And so it remains to all time a lasting record of human needs and human consolations; the voice of a brother who, ages ago, felt and suffered and renounced, - in the cloister, perhaps, with serge gown and tonsured head, with much chanting and long fasts, and with a fashion of speech different from ours, - but under the same silent far-off heavens, and with the same passionate desires, the same strivings, the same failures, the same weariness.
Page 295 - But good society, floated on gossamer wings of light irony, is of very expensive production ; requiring nothing less than a wide and arduous national life condensed in unfragrant deafening factories, cramping itself in mines, sweating at furnaces, grinding, hammering, weaving under more or less oppression of carbonic acid — or else, spread over sheep-walks, and scattered in lonely houses and huts on the clayey or chalky corn-lands, where the rainy days look dreary.
Page 487 - We can't choose happiness either for ourselves or for another : we can't tell where that will lie. We can only choose whether we will indulge ourselves in the present moment, or whether we will renounce that, for the sake of obeying the divine voice within us — for the sake of being true to all the motives that sanctify our lives.
Page 1 - How lovely the little river is, with its dark, changing wavelets ! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank and listen to its low placid voice, as to the voice of one who is deaf and loving.