... 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... The North British Review - Página 1691860Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| George Eliot - 1860 - 476 páginas
...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...crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where every thing is known, and loved because it is known ? The wood I walk in on this mild May day, with... | |
| George Eliot - 1860 - 478 páginas
...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,"...crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where every thing is known, and loved because it is known ? The wood I walk in on this mild May day, with... | |
| John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1860 - 606 páginas
...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,'...crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where every thing is known, and loved because it is known ? " The wood I walk in on this mild May-day, with... | |
| George Eliot - 1870 - 816 páginas
...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,"...that sweet monotony where everything is known, and loced because it is known ? The wood I walk in on this mild May day, with the young yellowbrown foliage... | |
| George Eliot, Alexander Main - 1873 - 444 páginas
...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,'...everything is known, and loved because it is known ? grove of tropic palms, what strange ferns or splendid broad-petalled blossoms, could ever thrill... | |
| Mary Mapes Dodge - 1920 - 596 páginas
...to ourselves in the grass — the "G.SORGE ELIOT" same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows — the same redbreasts that we used to call 'God's birds,'...harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth the sweet monotony where every thing is known and loved because it is known !" We can well imagine... | |
| George Eliot - 1875 - 460 páginas
...grass — the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows — the same redbreasts that we used to call c God's birds,' because they did no harm to the precious...everything is known, and loved because it is known ? grove of tropic palms, what strange ferns or splendid broad-petalled blossoms, could ever thrill... | |
| Manchester Literary Club - 1880 - 772 páginas
...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,"...harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth the sweet monotony, where everything is known, and loved because it is known ? The wood I walk in on... | |
| Nicholas Patrick Wiseman - 1881 - 634 páginas
...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 it is known ? The wood I walk in on this mild May-day, with the young yellow-brown foliage of the oaks between me and the blue sky, the white star-flowers... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1881 - 856 páginas
...to ourselves on the ^raas — the same redbreasts that we used to call Qod'K birds, Decause they do no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth...that sweet monotony where everything is known, and ¡oced because it is known ? О the anguish of that thought, that we can never atone ta our dead for... | |
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