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GEORGE ELIOT
(PSEUDONYM OF MARY ANN EVANS CROSS)
English novelist and poet
(1819 - 1880)
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Death is the king of this world: 'tis his park
  Where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain
    Are music for his banquet.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. II) [Death]

Man thinks
  Brutes have no wisdom, since they know not his:
    Can we divine their world?
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. II) [Wisdom]

Our growing thought
  Makes growing revelation.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. II) [Thought]

The stars are golden fruit upon a tree
  All out of reach.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. II) [Stars]

Two angels guide
  The path of man, both aged and yet young.
    As angels are, ripening through endless years,
      On one he leans: some call her Memory,
        And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet,
          With deep mysterious accords: the other,
            Floating above, holds down a lamp with streams
              A light divine and searching on the earth,
                Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields,
                  Yet clings with loving check, and shines anew,
                    Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp
                      Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked
                        But for Tradition; we walk evermore
                          To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. II) [Reason]

Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Friends]

Dear, I trusted you
  As hold men trust God. You could no naught
    That was not pure and loving--though the deed
      Might pierce me unto death.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Trust]

Fate has carried me
  'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand--
    Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast
      To pierce another.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Fate]

Hopes have precarious life.
  They are oft blighted, withered, snapped sheer off
    In vigorous growth and turned to rottenness.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Hope]

It never will rain roses: when we want
  To have more roses we must plant more trees.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Roses]

Life's a vast sea
  That does its mighty errand without fail,
    Painting in unchanged strength though waves are changing.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Life]

Music sweeps by me as a messenger
  Carrying a message that is not for me.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Music]

O that grave speech would cumber out quick souls,
  Like bells that waste the moments with their loudness.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Speech]

Our joy is dead, and only smiles on us.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Joy]

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Words]

The tread
  Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher
    Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause,
      And hears them never pause, but pass and die.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Footsteps]

The worst of misery
  Is when a nature framed for noblest things
    Condemns itself in youth to petty joys,
      And, sore athirst for air, breathes scanty life
        Gasping from out the shallows.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Misery]

What if my words
  Were meant for deeds.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Words]

Women know no perfect love:
  Loving the strong, they can forsake the strong;
    Man clings because the being whom he loves
      Is weak and needs him.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) [Love]

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.
      - The Spanish Gypsy
         (bk. III, l. 251 from end of bk.)
        [Kisses]

All things journey: sun and moon,
  Morning, noon, and afternoon,
    Night and all her stars;
      'Twixt the east and western bars
        Round they journey,
          Come and go!
            We go with them!
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III, song)
        [Progress]

For strong souls
  Live like fire-hearted suns; to spend their strength
    In furthest striving action.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. IV) [Action]

Friend more divine than all divinities.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. IV) [Friends]

Grant folly's prayers that hinder folly's wish,
  And serve the ends of wisdom.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. IV) [Prayer]

When you see fair hair
  Be pitiful.
      - The Spanish Gypsy (bk. IV) [Hair]


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