The Ordeal of Richard Feverel: A History of Father and Son, Volumes 1-3

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Chapman and Hall, 1859
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"What a great book it is, how wise and how witty! Others of the master's novels may be more characteristic or more profound, but for my own part it is the one which I would always present to the new ... Read full review

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One of the great novels, and one of the greatest of the under-rated classics. Quite funny, with quirky prose and a great deal of imagination behind the novel's construction. The author's first "realistic" novel, a comedy of manners and education. Read full review

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Page 39 - AWAY with Systems ! Away with a corrupt World ! Let us breathe the air of the Enchanted Island ! Golden lie the meadows : golden run the streams : red gold is on the pine-stems.
Page 45 - A soft beam travels to the fern-covert under the pinewood where they sit, and for answer he has her eyes: turned to him an instant, timidly fluttering over the depths of his, and then downcast ; for through her eyes her soul is naked to him. " Lucy ! my bride ! my life ! " The night-jar spins his dark monotony on the branch of the pine. The soft beam travels round them, and listens to their hearts. Their lips are locked. Pipe no more, Love, for a time ! Pipe as you will you cannot express their first...
Page 42 - Out in the world there, on the skirts of the woodland, a sheep-boy pipes to meditative Eve on a penny whistle. Love's musical Instrument is as old, and as poor; it has but two stops; and yet, you see, the Cunning Musician does thus much with it!
Page 44 - Lucy ! and did you pray that we might meet?" "I did!" Young as when she looked upon the Lovers in Paradise, the Fair Immortal journeys onward. Fronting her, it is not Night but veiled Day. Full half the sky is flushed. Not Darkness ; not Day ; the Nuptials of the twain.
Page 115 - Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered. For this reason so many fall from God who have attained to Him, that they cling to Him with their weakness, not with their strength.
Page 20 - She was a colourless lady, of an unequivocal character, living upon drugs, and governing her husband and the world from her sofa. Woolly Negroes blessed her name, and whiskered John Thomases deplored her weight." She had rapidly produced eight daughters, and felt the solemnity of woman's mission. A son was denied her. Her husband, the quite unobjectionable gentleman, lost heart after the arrival of the eighth, and surrendered his mind to more...
Page 270 - Such is man ! no use in havin' their hearts if ye don't have their stomachs." Perceiving that she grew abstruse, Mrs. Berry added briskly : " You know nothing about that yet, my dear. Only mind me and mark me : don't neglect your cookery. Kissing don't last : cookery do...
Page 44 - The tide of colour has ebbed from the upper sky. In the West the sea of sunken fire draws back ; and the stars leap forth, and tremble, and retire before the advancing moon, who slips the silver train of cloud from her shoulders, and, with her foot upon the pine-tops, surveys heaven. " Lucy, did you never dream of meeting me ? " " O Richard ! yes ; for I remembered you.
Page 43 - We are born for each other!' They believe that the angels have been busy about them from their cradles. The celestial hosts have worthily striven to bring them together. And, O victory ! O wonder ! after toil and pain, and difficulties exceeding, the celestial hosts have succeeded! 'Here we two sit who are written above as one!' Pipe, happy Love! pipe on to these dear innocents! The tide of colour has ebbed from the upper sky. In the West the sea of sunken fire draws back; and the stars leap forth,...
Page 41 - For this is the home of enchantment. Here, secluded from vexed shores, the prince and princess of the island meet ; here, like darkling nightingales, they sit, and into eyes and ears and hands pour endless ever-fresh treasures of their souls.

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