 | George Eliot - 1909 - 302 стор.
...left, that makes thy outcast age: Thy limbs shall lie dark, tombless on this sod, Because thou shlnest in man's soul, a god, Who found and gave new passion...destroy. Thy gifts to give was thine of men alone: 'T was but hi giving that thou couldst atone For too much wealth amid their poverty." — The words... | |
 | George Eliot - 2001 - 164 стор.
...reviled: Thy limbs shall lie dark, tombless on this sod, Because thou shinest in man's soul, a god . . . 'Twas but in giving that thou couldst atone For too much wealth amid their poverty.2' Eliot returned repeatedly to the role of the artist in her work, and to his or her relations... | |
 | Nancy Henry - 2008 - 115 стор.
...glory of the heritage Thy life has left, that makes thy outcast age: Thy limbs shall lie dark, tombless on this sod, Because thou shinest in man's soul, a...joy That nought but Earth's destruction can destroy. (Poetry I, lines 774-779) At this time, following Thornie Lewes's death, Eliot seemed particularly... | |
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This was thy lot, to feel, create, bestow, And that immeasurable life to know From which the fleshly self falls shrivelled, dead, A seed primeval that has forests bred. It is the glory of the heritage Thy life has left, that makes thy outcast age : Thy... 
