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...of the kind of high romance and sentiment more preva- lent thirty or forty years ago than now, imagined that whereas 4 The Two Sides of the Shield th... ...sity, and only mitigated by the honest simplicity and dutifulness of eight years old Phyllis. The remedy was found at last in the marriage of the elde... ...y came as near to feeding the pair as was possible with people above three years old. The one was a dark, thin man, with a good deal of white in his t... ... showed signs that she was not young, her dark, soft, long-lashed eyes and sweet-looking lips made her face full of life and freshness; and the figure... ... Sefton has been working Goosey Goosey Gander on a toilet-cover.’ ‘Oh! how sweet! We never get any new patterns here! Do come in and see, I don’t know... ...e has written a note to her to ask her today! Fancy, that goose told me my sweet cousin was a dear, and that we didn’t appreciate her. Even Miss Hacke... ...l well with the Indian folks?’ ‘Oh yes; they’ve come back from the emerald valleys of Cashmere, and Alethea has actually sent me a primrose— just like... ... taken a jour- 119 Yo n g e ney before in all their lives. The fog in the valleys, the sleepy villages, the half-roused stations, all gave rise to ex... ...e were forlorn, being so much used to having their sports led by their two seniors that they hardly knew what to do with- out them, and the entreaty, ...

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...from refreshment-rooms. They carry their food in bundles and pots, and buy sweets from the native sweetmeat- sellers, and drink the roadside water. Th... ...mits, and the ruler is not drugged, drunk, or diseased from one end of the year to the other. They are the dark places of the earth, full of unimagina... ...he outline of a series of ten, twelve, or twenty- four leading articles on Seniority versus Selection; missionar- ies wish to know why they have not b... ... paper is as blank as Modred’s shield. But that is the amusing part of the year. There are six other months when none ever come to call, and the therm... ...e bookcases. “Are you at all in earnest?” I said. “A little,” said Dravot, sweetly. “As big a map as you have got, even if it’s all blank where Kafiri... ...the rump, and never took no heed for ten cold days. We came to a big level valley all among the mountains, and the mules were near dead, so we killed ... ...dges that was jolted out. “Then ten men with bows and arrows ran down that valley, chasing twenty men with bows and arrows, and the row was tremenjus.... ...d Dravot sits on the boxes picking them off at all ranges, up and down the valley. Then we goes up to the ten men that had run across the snow too, an... ...ith Peachey!’ At that he puts on his crown and I puts on mine,—I was doing Senior War- den,—and we opens the Lodge in most ample form. It was an amazi...

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...ustered round Grandfather’s great chair. Little Alice, who was hardly five years old, took the privilege of the youngest, and climbed his knee. It was... ... that, in 1607, many of them went over to Holland, and lived ten or twelve years at Amsterdam and Leyden. But they feared that, if they continued ther... ..., and ideas, and feelings of the Dutch. For this and other reasons, in the year 1620 they embarked on board the ship Mayflower, and crossed the ocean,... ... the cabin, likewise, sat the Lady Arbella in her chair, with a gentle and sweet expression on her face, but looking too pale and feeble to endure the... ... Grandfather; “but when Roger Wil liams travelled thither, over hills and valleys, and through the tangled woods, and across swamps and streams, it w... ... Lady Arbella, as if she were still 21 Hawthorne sitting in the chair. So sweet a child as little Alice may fitly talk with angels, such as the Lady ... ...Eliot!” And, doubtless, good Mr. Eliot would gladly receive the kiss of so sweet a child as little Alice, and would think it a portion of his reward i... ..., weeping, praying, and singing hymns. This detachment was followed by the seniors, who passed through the same scene of sorrow and distress. In this ...

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...rated house of Rupt. Mademoiselle de Rupt brought twenty thousand francs a year in the funds to add to the ten thousand francs a year in real estate o... ... 1802, was solem- nized in 1815 after the second Restoration. Within three years of the birth of a daughter all Madame de Watteville’s grand- parents ... ...nature, his manner was calm, deeply resigned, and his voice of penetrating sweetness, which surprised me in Court by its easy flow; a true orator’s vo... ... that matter to you, my dear child?” she said to Rosalie, with an affected sweetness which made her daughter cautious for the rest of her days. “It mi... ...anite cliffs, like plumes, de- serted but verdant reaches opening out, and valleys whose beauty seems the lovelier in the dreamy distance. As they pas... ...beautiful Italian, who allowed him to gaze at her for a mo- ment under the sweetest silence and the sweetest night which ever, perhaps, shone on this ... ...e falls, formed a lovely little river to irrigate the barren, uncultivated valley, and these two hills he enclosed in a ring fence, and built himself ... ...the lake above his dam he was owner of the two hills, but not of the upper valley thus flooded, through which there had been at all times a right-of-w... ...hs before the election a meeting was held at the house of Monsieur Boucher senior, composed of the contrac- tor who expected to get the work for the a...

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...s’ “comics” of to-day have replaced. At fourteen, when he emerged from the valley of the shadow of education, there survived something, indeed it surv... ...hat “little Fluffums”—which was the apprentices’ name for Mr. Garvace, the senior partner and managing director of the Bazaar—would think twice before... ...d.” Polly remembered. He went on with his collar boxes with his eye on his senior, Mansfield. Mansfield was presently called away to the count- ing ho... ...ce came out of dreamland into life, and intoxicated and gladdened him with sweetly beautiful suggestions—and left him. She came and left him as that d... ...inous clouds and of desolate hopeless wildernesses of desiring and of wild valleys of unreasonable 75 H G Wells ecstasies, a world whose infinite mis... ...s, a world whose infinite miseries were finer and in some inexplicable way sweeter than the purest gold of the daily life, whose joys—they were indeed... ...o much back- ache for me. My garden will be just a patch of ‘sturtiums and sweet pea. Red brick yard, clothes’ line. T rellis put up in odd time. Humo... ...ive cow, drowsy- eyed, regarding him…. He saw a remarkable sunset in a new valley near Maidstone, a very red and clear sunset, a wide redness under a ... ...he centre of interest; they were under the leadership of a gold-spectacled senior with a fluting voice and an air of mystery; he ordered everything, a...

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...- ings. She was herself a quiet-looking, gentle lady, rather small, with a sweet mouth and eyes of hazel, in a rather worn face, dressed in a soft woo... ...00 pounds a year.” “And an estate?” “A very pretty cottage in a Devonshire valley, with the fur- niture and three acres of land.” “Oh! I believe the g... ...d round the dining table, observation was possible. Agatha, as 9 Yo n g e senior scholar, sat at the foot of the table, fully occupied in dispensing ... ...Our home, the Goyle, is not more than a cottage, in a beautiful Devonshire valley—” “What’s the name of it?” “The Goyle. I believe it is a diminutive ... ... ones, built high on the slope of a steep hill, running down into a narrow valley, and her abode was almost at the narrowest part, where a little live... ...m out of humanity’s reach, I must finish my journey alone - Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.” “But really, Nag,” ... ...r could tell how much Vera’s descriptions meant. She knew already that the sweetest countenance in the world and the loveliest dark eyes belonged to a... ... was a perfect romance, and it gained in colour when she related it to her senior. Sister Beata hesitated a little, having rather more knowl- edge of ... ...ed Agatha. “Yes,” said Phyllis stoutly. “You may not make her able to be a Senior Wrangler—(Oh you are Oxford!)—or capable of it, like this Gillyflowe...

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...the origin of his title had led the army of Gaul of old gloriously, scared sweet 4 Beauchamp’s Career sleep. We saw them in imagination lining the op... ... be able to keep the step; and so was Nevil; and if ever he contradicted a senior, it was in the interests of the country. Veneration of heroes, livin... ...u may be in want of pocket- money. The wild-flowers are willowherb, meadow-sweet, and loosestrife. I shall be glad when you are here in Summer to see ... ...e and brine may make a man of him, according to the doctor’s prescription: sweet is home, but health is sweeter! Then was there another curious exhibi... ...He certainly wrote in the tone of a jejune politician; pardonable stuff to seniors entertaining similar opinions, but most exasperating when it runs c... ...principles rather than for individuals, and you instanced Mr. Cougham, the senior Liberal candidate of Bevisham, as one whom you would prefer to see i... ...e possible to overtake madame by a cut across the heights at a turn of the valley. Beauchamp pushed along the valley for this visible projection; a to... ...y below in the flat for Tourdestelle. He crossed the wooded neck above the valley, and began descending, peering into gulfs of the twilight dusk. Some... ...ace, and threading dense covers of foli- age they reached the level of the valley, where for a couple of miles she led them, stretching away merrily, ...

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...re and there with heather, gorse, or furze. Just in the widest part of the valley, a sort of plat- form of rock jutted out from the hill-side, and aff... ...is eyes filled with tears as he continued, ‘Ah! that fair chapel, with the sweet chant of the choir, the green smooth-shaven quadrangle, the calm cloi... ...pitifully, as one much moved by a certain patience on his brow, and in his sweet full voice. ‘No one, lady. My uncle was but too willing that the heir... ...eplied Malcolm; ‘Philomel, that pierces her breast with a thorn, and sings sweetly even to her death.’ ‘That’s mere minstrel leasing, Malcolm,’ said P... ...inburgh, which descended from a heathery moorland into a somewhat spacious valley, with copsewood clothing one side, in the midst of which rose a high... ... and kept them in the leash, as it were, until the troop was fairly in the valley, those in front beginning to halt to give their horses water. 24 Th... ...ular features. It would have been hard to define what instantly showed the seniority of his brother, for the clearness of his colouring— bright red an... ...ith buoyant high spirits and unfailing drollery that scandalized the grave seniors of the Court, there is full proof that Prince Hal ever kept free fr... ...he sword, and laid the honour of knighthood on the gray-headed substantial senior, whom he bade to arise Sir Richard Whittington. Jaqueline of Hainaul...

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...might rise to high fortunes in the Church. After remaining for about three years with his uncle, an old and not uncultured Oratorian, Louis left him e... ...’s house; but instead of indulging, after the manner of schoolboys, in the sweets of the delightful far niente that tempts us at every age, he set out... ...e boys were classed as third and second; and the first class comprised the senior students—of philosophy, rhetoric, the higher mathematics, and chemis... ...erness of learning, the eccentric plea- sures of that cloistered life? The sweetmeats purchased by stealth in the course of our walks, permission obta... ... the headmaster, after examining him, had thought of placing him among the senior boys. It was Louis’ ignorance of Latin that placed him so low as the... ...t one moment astonishingly clear and piercing, at another full of heavenly sweetness, those eyes became dull, almost colorless, as it seemed, when he ... ... grief of a poor child pining for the glorious sun- shine, the dews of the valley, and liberty. Werther is the slave 27 Balzac of desire; Louis Lambe... ...othing hindered the outing. Neither Lambert nor I had ever seen the pretty valley of the Loire where the house stood. So his imagination and mine were... ... looked down on the house standing half-way down the slope, on the devious valley through which the river winds and sparkles between meadows in gracef...

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...ell-trimmed man, closely shaven, with stooping shoulders, at least fifteen years older, with a black poodle at his heels, as well shorn as his master,... ...e talking very fast,’ interposed Mrs. Egremont, with some pain in the soft sweet voice, which, if it had been a little stronger, would have been the b... ...me,’ pouted Nuttie. ‘Y ou may gather as many buttercups and daisies as the sweet child pleases,’ said Mr. Dutton; whereupon she threatened to throw he... ...ed The choir retreated; And now doth fare well In the valley’s soft swell,”’ said the aunt. ‘ At least you have survived; or is t... ... in a glass on the table. The old lady herself—with alert black eyes and a sweet ex- pression—rose from her chair in the window to receive her guest. ... .... ‘She is in the highest form at the High School, and has to go up for the Senior Local Examination. Miss Belper makes sure that she will get a first ... ...ere routine, and, conscious of his own inexperi- ence, and trusting to the senior partners, he had only be- come anxious at the end of the year, when ... ...d Micklethwayte for several weeks, having much to endure on all sides. The senior partners thought it an al- most malicious and decidedly ungrateful t... ...tle bouquet for the guest of one La Marque rosebud and three lilies of the valley. ‘Take it to Mr. Dutton, Billy-boy; I think he knows how the flowers...

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..., and isn’t there?’ said Durbeyfield. ‘And here have I been knocking about, year after year, from pillar to post, as if I was no more than the commones... ... its own sake; little divining when she saw ‘the soft torments, the bitter sweets, the pleasing pains, and the agreeable distresses’ of those girls wh... ...g known to her by close inspection. Much less had she been far outside the valley. Every contour of the surrounding hills was as personal to her as th... ...ld walk a little way — as far as to the point where the acclivity from the valley began its first steep ascent to the outer world. At the top Tess was ... ...n immense landscape stretched around them on every side; behind, the green valley of her birth, before, a gray country of which she knew nothing excep... ... matron. Treacle it was. Car’s poor old grandmother had a weakness for the sweet stuff. Honey she had in plenty out of her own hives, but treacle was ... ...er eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing, and her views of life had been totally changed for her by... ...the picture of Angel’s sister, the eldest of the family, sixteen years his senior, who had married a missionary and gone out to Africa. Old Mr. Clare ... ...e story he had been about to relate; which was that after the death of the senior so called d’Urberville the young man devel oped the most culpable p...

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... by Charles Dickens and Wilkie Collins THE OVERTURE D ay of the month and year, November the thir- tieth, one thousand eight hundred and thirty-five... ...d not to nurses and such. And there! I am only to hold my place for half a year longer, till another young woman can be trained up to it. I am going t... ...ixed on hers. “Are you well and happy?” “Y es, ma’am.” “May you take these sweetmeats from my hand?” “If you please to give them to me.” In stooping l... ...he boat upon the lake, floating among the reflections of the mountains and valleys, the crags and pine woods, which were my earliest remembrance, I dr... ...dered—wandered—got to be fed with the mules and dogs at an Inn in the main valley far away—got to be Boy there—got to be Ostler—got to be Waiter—got t... ...glad!” Two more light touches on his elbows dismissed him into the street. Sweet Marguerite at her frame, and Madame Dor’s broad back at her telegraph... ...ding her very gently to the avowal which he was eager to make—to the other sweeter avowal still, which he was longing to hear. A woman’s love is never... ...r letters of the day: 75 Charles Dickens and Wilkie Collins “Dear Sir. My senior partner, M. Defresnier, has been called away, by urgent business, to... ...ausanne, along the level margin of the lake to V evay, so into the winding valley between the spurs of the 89 Charles Dickens and Wilkie Collins moun...

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...or- mulae not organic to the occasion, but stereotyped ages ago and learnt years since by heart. “This, madam,” he would say, “is selling very well” “... ...ere the various articles you have selected will presently be packed by the senior porter and sent to you. Returning thence to his particular place, he... ...V IV IV IV ONLY THOSE who toil six long days out of the seven, and all the year round, save for one brief glorious fortnight or ten days in the summer... ...n his eyes, quite over and above the pleasure of rushing through the keen, sweet, morning air. He reached out his thumb and twanged 15 H G Wells his ... ...rer and nearer, breathing hard and gathering flies like a flypaper. In the valley he was hid- den. Then the road began to rise, and the resistance of ... ...nd pleasurable anticipation. T omorrow he would go riding across that wide valley. He did not notice any one else had come up the Keep after him until... ...ovels day by day. The sun shone, and the wide blue hill views and pleasant valleys one saw on either hand from the sandscarred road- way, even the sid... ...e cheerful sign of a teapot, and exhibiting a brilliant array of tobaccos, sweets, and children’s toys in the window, struck his fancy. A neat, bright... ... Wells known and universally admired triumph, ‘The Soul’s Awak- ening,’ so sweet was his ecstasy. And presently with his thirst for revenge glutted by...

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... bran- dished and borne about, with more or less effect, for five thousand years and upwards; how, in these times especially, not only the Torch still... ... rock-bound from the distance, will unfold itself, when visited, into rare valleys. Nay, in any case, would Criticism erect not only finger-posts and ... ...fied passenger stands or sits; nay, in any case, understood to be, of late years, a vehicle full to overflowing, and inexorably shut! Besides, to stat... ...phagus! Out of the eater cometh forth meat; out of the strong cometh forth sweetness. What changes are wrought, not by Time, yet in Time! For not Mank... ... speculative turn,” writes Teufelsdrockh, “there come seasons, meditative, sweet, yet awful hours, when in wonder and fear you ask yourself that unans... ...s own boot-maker, jeweller, and man-milli- ner; he bounds free through the valleys, with a perennial rain-proof court-suit on his body; wherein warmth... ...nfi- nite Hope, wherein he waxes and slumbers, danced round (umgaukelt) by sweetest Dreams! If the paternal Cottage still shuts us in, its roof still ... ...Immensity was yet new to 69 Thomas Carlyle me; and had not these reverend seniors, talkative enough, been employed in partial surveys thereof for nig... ...she will hear it! Nay, who knows, since the heavenly Sun looks into lowest valleys, but Blumine herself might have aforetime noted the so unnotable; p...

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...ou the savour of T ruth, the right use of the senses, Reality’s infi- nite sweetness; for these things are in philosophy; and the fiction which is the... ...clamation to Perry Wilkinson, is derided, not unrighteously, by our graver seniors. They name this Art the pasture of idiots, a method for idiotizing ... ..., and the man she has the smallest sugar-melting for is sacred if he’s not sweet to me. If he retracts!’ ‘Hypothetically, No.’ ‘But supposititiously?’... ...n dropping behind the brown beech-twigs. She remembered long afterward the sweet simpleness of her feelings as she took in the scent of wild flowers a... ...dith not dramatically. On her accepting his offer to drive her down to the valley to meet the coach, a genuine illumination of pure gratitude made a b... ...n to describe as pulp. He was utterly beaten. The sight of Redworth on the valley road was a relief to them both. He had slept in one of the houses of... ...y road was a relief to them both. He had slept in one of the houses of the valley, and spoke of having had the intention to mount to Copsley. Sir Luki... ...rous and crudely-minded defenders; accurately pe- rusing them behind their senior staidness. Her scorching sen- sitiveness sharpened her intelligence ... ...Dacier. I think I am two years younger than you; socially therefore ten in seniority; and I know how this flower of friendship is nourished and may be...

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...ersect each other with the most charming variety, and form the most lovely valleys. The garden is simple; and it is easy to perceive, even upon your f... ...10 A WONDERFUL SERENITY has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and... ... I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper ... ...f witnessing my sudden transitions from sorrow to immoderate joy, and from sweet melancholy to violent passions? I treat my poor heart like a sick chi... ..., even in their very eccentricity, bore the stamp of genius? Alas! the few years by which she was my senior brought her to the grave before me. Never ... ...tricity, bore the stamp of genius? Alas! the few years by which she was my senior brought her to the grave before me. Never can I forget her firm mind... ...dolls, and atten- tively watch the cupboard, where mamma has locked up her sweet things, and, when at last they get a delicious morsel, eat it greedil... ... footpaths which lead out of the village, you can have a view of the whole valley. A good old woman lives there, who keeps a small inn. She sells wine... ...ectly deserted. Everybody was in the fields except a little boy about four years of age, who was sitting on the ground, and held between his knees a c...

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...xtolled and cowardice derided, it woke him up. He was ashamed. Perhaps his sweetheart turned up her nose and said, “I am told that you are a coward!” ... ... influence which will be helpful to him; and he will also have learned how sweet it is to be praised for courage and be huzza’d at with tear choked vo... ...act recorded in human history somewhere. O.M. You are young. You have many years before you. Search one out. Y.M. It does seem to me that when a man s... ...pulse and start him on a new road, with a new idea. The chance remark of a sweetheart, “I hear that you are a coward,” may water a seed that shall spr... ...hrones, changing policies, and doing other tremendous work for two hundred years—and will go on. The chance reading of a book or of a paragraph in a n... ... veil of cloud And stands a dream of glory to the gaze Of them that in the Valley toil and plod. What Is Man and Other Essays 118 A SCRAP OF CURIOUS ... ...he was at this pleasant sport before the Middle Ages drifted by him in the valley; before the Romans marched past, and before the antique and recordle... ...ows; how seemingly un adorned, yet is all adornment, like the lily of the valley; and how compressed, how compact, without a compla cency signal hun... ...espeare took out a license to marry Anne Hathaway. She was eight years his senior. William Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway. In a hurry. By grace of ...

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... his past, as only so much material for his hands. Once before, some three years ago, when I published “The Mirror of the Sea,” a volume of impression... ... my world and the merchant service my only home for a long succes- sion of years. No wonder then that in my two exclu- sively sea books, “The Nigger o... ...browed, silent, protecting pres- ence, whose eyes had a sort of commanding sweet- ness; and I also remember the great gathering of all the relations f... ...n which your mother was far superior. It was her good sense, the admirable sweetness of her nature, her excep- tional facility and ease in daily relat... ...n. 40 Some Reminiscences Pro patria! Looked at in that light it appears a sweet and deco- rous meal. And looked at in the same light my own diet of l... ...es memorable holiday of travel. Of late we had been tramping slowly up the Valley of the Reuss. It was a delightful time. It was much more like a stro... ...is is not the day on which the remark was made: in the shadows of the deep valley and with the habitations of men left some way behind, our thoughts r... ...acier, with the further intention of following down the trend of the Hasli Valley. The sun was already declining when we found ourselves on the top of... ...ast. In 1831, on the outbreak of the Revolu- tion, Mr. Nicholas B. was the senior captain of his regiment. Some time before he had been made head of t...

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...to us. The reader will be amused to find that here it is put off until the year 1956. He may natu- rally want to know the reason for what will seem no... ...f reality, for example, beat the forecast in Anticipations by about twenty years or so. I sup- pose a desire not to shock the sceptical reader’s sense... ...h he died blindly unknowing. At last, in the generous levels of warm river valleys, where food is abundant and life very easy, the emerging human over... ...rtility, and the king ruled peace 9 H G Wells and war. In a hundred river valleys about the warm, temper- ate zone of the earth there were already to... ...nd with that his town communities began to stretch out to dominion; in the valleys of the Nile, the Euphrates, and the great Chinese rivers, the first... ... burning. His mother and father and sister lived at Caudebec; and the only sweetheart he had ever had, and it was poor love-making then, was a girl in... ...ong his gar- den, which was gay and delightful with big bushes of rose and sweet brier, to a quaint little summer-house, and there I sat and watched t... ...they had toughened and shaken down to com- radeship together, and how much sweetness there is after all in our foolish human blood. For they were just... ...uch ripe wisdom from the ex-king Egbert, who was now consciously among the seniors of the gathering. Thereafter they were baffled men…. But already by...

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...nt to kiss them: after which, old Sewis, the lord of the pantry, where all sweet things were stored, depos- ited him on the floor of the hall, and he ... ...o sob, he drew a pretty box from one of his pockets and thrust a delicious sweetmeat between the whimpering lips. Then, after some moments of irresolu... ...ddy about the visitor, she said, ‘Oh, dear! oh, dear! then I’m afraid your sweet papa won’t return very soon, my pretty pet.’ We waited a number of da... ...he girl. Overhead I counted numbers of stars, all small; and lights in the valley-lights of palaces to my imagination. Stars and tramps seemed to me t... ... wrestling I had with myself to turn my little horse’s head from hills and valleys lying East; they seemed to have the secret of my father. Blank enou... ...igher hills; the clouds over them grew steel-blue. We were going through a valley in a fir-forest. 137 George Meredith BOOK 3 CHAPTER XV WE ARE ACCOS... ...ng chiefly through the veneration he still entertained for them. The grave senior was doing his utmost to divert one of my years. The immoralities of ... ... seconded: gentlemen under forty-five years were rigidly excluded, and the seniors must also have passed through the marriage ceremony. Outside tattle... ... with the dimple of a lurking smile—’do not seriously blame your afflicted senior, if we are to differ. I am vastly your elder: you instil the doubt w...