Felix Holt, the Radical

Front Cover
Harper, 1871 - 529 pages

From inside the book

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 529 - KINGLAKE'S CRIMEAN WAR. The Invasion of the Crimea: its Origin, and an Account of its Progress down to the Death of Lord Raglan.
Page 77 - For though I would desire to glory, I shall not be a fool : for I will say the truth: but now I forbear, lest any man should think of me above that which he seeth me to be, or that he heareth of me.
Page 526 - The Greek Testament : with a critically revised Text ; a Digest of Various Readings ; Marginal References to Verbal and Idiomatic Usage ; Prolegomena ;"and a Critical and Exegetical Commentary. For the Use of Theological Students and Ministers. By HENRY ALFORD, DD, Dean of Canterbury. Vol. I., containing the Four Gospels.
Page 531 - The Englishman's Greek Concordance of the New Testament : Being an Attempt at a Verbal Connexion between the Greek and the English Texts ; including a Concordance to the Proper Names, with Indexes, GreekEnglish and English-Greek.
Page 381 - I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
Page 525 - HAYDN'S DICTIONARY; OF DATES, relating to all Ages and Nations. For Universal Reference. Edited by BENJAMIN VINCENT, Assistant Secretary and Keeper of the. Library of the Royal Institution of Great Britain ; and Revised for the Use of American Readers.
Page 87 - That is the lot Miss Esther is preparing for some man or other. I could grind my teeth at such self-satisfied minxes, who think they can tell every body what is the correct thing, and the utmost stretch of their ideas will not place them on a level with the intelligent fleas. I should like to see if she could be made ashamed of herself.
Page 142 - Cependant je sens que j'aime la monotonie des sentiments de la vie, et si j'avais encore la folie de croire au bonheur, je le chercherais dans l'habitude.
Page 105 - For she is dead!" Thy words do pierce my soul! Ah, sweet Theridamas! say so no more; Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her.
Page 59 - ... there is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life, from the time when the primeval milkmaid had to wander with the wanderings of her clan, because the cow she milked was one of a herd which had made the pastures bare.

Bibliographic information