Felix Holt, the radical, by George Eliot. Stereotyped ed

Front Cover

From inside the book

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 290 - ... good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
Page 34 - ... 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.
Page 2 - Posterity may be shot, like a bullet, through a tube, by atmospheric pressure from Winchester to Newcastle : that is a fine result to have among our hopes ; but the slow, old-fashioned way of getting from one end of our country to the other is the better thing to have in the memory. The tube-journey can never lend much to picture and narrative ; it is as barren as an exclamatory O...
Page 228 - And it came to pass, when she pressed him daily with her words, and urged him, so that his soul was vexed unto death; that he told her all his heart...
Page 45 - My father was ignorant," said Felix, bluntly. "He knew neither the complication of the human system, nor the way in which drugs counteract each other. Ignorance is not so damnable as humbug, but when it prescribes pills it may happen to do more harm.
Page 42 - I've gone through with those medicines — the pounding and the pouring, and the letting stand, and the weighing — up early and down late — there's nobody knows yet but One that's worthy to know ; and the pasting o' the printed labels right side upwards.
Page 49 - A fine lady is a squirrel-headed thing, with small airs, and small notions, about as applicable to the business of life as a pair of tweezers to the clearing of a forest. Ask your father what those old persecuted emigrant Puritans would have done with fine-lady wives and daughters.
Page 245 - And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
Page 136 - AVe see human heroism broken into units and say, this unit did little — might as well not have been. But in this way we might break up a great army into units ; in this way we might break the sunlight into fragments, and think that this and the other might be cheaply parted with.
Page 169 - Job was a small fellow about five, with a germinal nose, large round blue eyes, and red hair that curled close to his head like the wool on the back of an infantine lamb.

Bibliographic information