Occupation: Writer Birth: February 7, 1812 Death: June 9, 1870
I know that she deserves the best and purest love the heart of man can offer," said Mrs. Maylie; "I know that the devotion and affection of her natur….
Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day..
And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done-- done, see you!….
We all draw a little and compose a little, and none of us have any idea of time or money..
"A child!" said Edith, looking at her. "When was I a child? What childhood did you ever leave to me? I was a woman - artful, designing, mercenary, la….
I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul...Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never repr….
I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and ….
He had but one eye, and the popular prejudice runs in favor of two..
We were equals afterwards, as we had been before; but, afterwards at quiet times when I sat looking at Joe and thinking about him, I had a new sensat….
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes ….
My faith in the people governing is, on the whole, infinitesimal; my faith in the people governed is, on the whole, illimitable..
He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night ….
And when it has got in; as one not finding what it seeks, whatever that may be, it wails and howls to issue forth again: and not content with stalkin….
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast..
I must do something or I shall wear my heart away..
For who can wonder that man should feel a vague belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through those places which they once dearly affected….
Love is not a feeling to pass away Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day....... Love is not a passion of earthly mould As a thirst for honour, o….
In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church spi….
Before I go," he said, and paused -- "I may kiss her?" It was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips, he mur….
Although a man may lose a sense of his own importance when he is a mere unit among a busy throng, all utterly regardless of him, it by no means follo….
While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near ….