Daniel Deronda, Volume 1

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Harper & Brothers, 1876 - 427 mga pahina
Deronda, a high-minded young man searching for his path in life, finds himself drawn by a series of dramatic encounters into two contrasting worlds: the English country-house life of Gwendolen Harleth, a high-spirited beauty trapped in an oppressive marriage, and the very different lives of a poor Jewish girl, Mirah, and her family. As Deronda uncovers the long-hidden secret of his own parentage, Eliot's moving and suspenseful narrative opens up a world of Jewish experience previously unknown to the Victorian novel.
 

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Pahina 264 - My apprehensions come in crowds ; I dread the rustling of the grass ; The very shadows of the clouds Have power to shake me as they pass ; I question things, and do not find One that will answer to my mind ; And all the world appears unkind.
Pahina 72 - Girls' lives are so stupid: they never do what they like." "I thought that was more the case of the men. They are forced to do hard things, and are often dreadfully bored, and knocked to pieces too. And then, if we love a girl very dearly we want to do as she likes, so after all you have your own way/' "I don't believe it. I never saw a married woman who had her own way/
Pahina 72 - I never saw a married woman who had her own way." " What should you like to do ? " said Rex, quite guilelessly, and in real anxiety. "Oh, I don't know! — go to the North Pole, or ride steeplechases, or go to be a queen in the East like Lady Hester Stanhope,
Pahina 359 - Mirah's religion was of one fibre with her affections, and had never presented itself to her as a set of propositions. " She says herself she is a very bad Jewess, and does not half know her people's religion," said Amy, when Mirah was gone to bed. " Perhaps it would gradually melt away from her, and she would pass into Christianity like the rest of the world, if she got to love us very much, and never found her mother. It is so strange to be of the Jews
Pahina 356 - She took no notice, but fell back in her chair again helpless. She could not see the reflections of herself then : they were like so many women petrified white ; but coming near herself you might have seen the tremor in her lips and hands.
Pahina 23 - A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of a native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship for the face of earth, for the labours men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar unmistakable difference amidst the future widening of knowledge...
Pahina 51 - ... melody which expresses a puerile state of culture — a dandling, canting, seesaw kind of stuff — the passion and thought of people without any breadth of horizon. There is a sort of self-satisfied folly about every phrase of such melody : no cries of deep, mysterious passion — no conflict — no sense of the universal. It makes men small as they listen to it. Sing now something larger. And I shall see.
Pahina 207 - I think my life began with waking up and loving my mother's face: it was so near to me, and her arms were round me, and she sang to me. One hymn she sang so often, so often: and then she taught me to sing it with her: it was the first I ever sang. They were always Hebrew hymns she sang...

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