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George Eliot. 1819–1880. English novelist George Eliot (1819 - 1880) (Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images) George Eliot is widely recognized as one of the most important writers of the nineteenth century; yet her two volumes of poetry are often ignored in modern critical assessments. Like so many of her contemporaries, Eliot tried to make ...
I Am Lonely. ‘I Am Lonely’ by George Eliot tells of a speaker’s dismay over the departure of a beloved younger sister that has left her “lame” and “lonely.”. The world is great: the birds all fly from me, The stars are golden fruit upon a tree. All out of reach: my little sister went, And I am lonely. Period: 19th Century.
Mary Ann Evans (22 November 1819– 22 December 1880; alternatively “Mary Anne” or “Marian”), known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist, poet, journalist, translator and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era. She is the author of seven novels, including Adam Bede (1859), The Mill on the Floss (1860), Silas Marner (1861), Felix Holt, the Radical (1866 ...
Me vino un sonido suave. Whis'pring de un secreto encontrado. En el claro sol entre las gavillas doradas: Dijo que estaba durmiendo para mí en la mañana. Lo llamé alegría, lo llamé alegría, Me dibujó en 'Ven acá, muchacho'. Hasta donde las alas azules descansaban sobre el maíz. Pensé que el suave sonido había susurrado verdad.
Eliot, George. "A Minor Prophet." The Legend of Jubal and Other Poems, Cabinet Edition, London and Edinburgh: William Blackwood and Sons, 1878. 1865.
The most complete collection of George Eliot’s nonfiction is curated by the George Eliot Archive, edited by Beverley Park Rilett, https://GeorgeEliotArchive.org. It includes all the essays published in earlier collections, including Charles L. Lewes's Essays and Leaves from a Note-Book (London & Edinburgh, William Blackwood & Sons, 1883 ...
31 de mai. de 2023 · May I reach. That purest heaven, be to other souls. The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffus'd, And in diffusion ever more intense! So shall I join the choir invisible. Whose music is the gladness of the world.
