Browse Sort by: Title A Recognition Under the Plane-Tree Tito's Dilemma The First Kiss The Peasants' Fair Shepperton Church Shepperton Village Janet at Mrs. Pettifer's Door Dinah Morris Preaching at Hayslope Hetty Sorrel Hayslope Church Adam Bede The Donnithorne Arms The Hall Farm Maggie and Stephen Romola Tito and the Ring Tito Melema Girolamo Savonarola The Visible Madonna (Harper) Niccolo Machiavelli Romola at the Well Esther Lyon Felix Holt and Job Tudge Felix Wounded in the Riot Esther Lyon and Harold Transome Dorothea Mr. Casaubon and Dorothea Celia Mary Garth Refuses Mr. Featherstone's Offer Dr. Lydgate and Rosamond Dorothea, Ladislaw, and Rosamond Gwendolen at the Gaming Table Grandcourt and Gwendolen and the Poisoned Diamonds Portrait of Gwendolen Deronda Meets his Mother Deronda and Mirah Fedalma 'Then Jubal poured his triumph in a song.' Fedalma, the Spanish Gypsy Deep Mountain Gorge Death of Zarca Fedalma Dances in the Street My Father Comes 'Ay, 'tis a sword / That parts the Spanish noble and the true Zincala' The Embarkment Fair Countess Linda 'Come with me to the mountain' 'Across the homestead to the rookery elms, / Whose tall old trunks had each a grassy mound' Lisa 'He sought the screen / Of thorny thickets, and there fell unseen' 'Place for the queen of song!' 'Armgart, dear Armgart, only speak to me!' Illustration of Florence The Dying Message A Florentine Joke Florence Expects a Guest The Escaped Prisoner Niccolo at Work The Young Wife Coming Home The Painted Record 'You didn't think it was so pretty, did you?' Baldassarre Makes an Acquaintance Escaped The Black Marks Become Magical A Supper in the Rucellai Gardens 'Father, I will be guided.' Romola in her Place The Visible Madonna (Leighton's) A Dangerous Colleague Waiting by the River Monna Brigida's Conversion A Prophetess But You Will Help Me? Tessa at Home Drifting Away The Benediction Will His Eyes Open? At the Well Two Lovers by a Moss-Grown Spring Going Fishing Julius Klesmer Comes to Listen to Mirah Gwendolen Harleth Mr. Raffles’ demise is imminently expected Peter Featherstone, Mary Garth, Mrs. Waule, and Rosamond The Bulstrodes 'He has got no good red blood in his body' 'I shall do everything it becomes me to do.' More wife than he had bargained for With the man she loves Will Ladislaw calls upon the widow Dorothea at the Vatican Dorothea working for her man Rufus Lyon encounters Annette Ledru in distress The Reverend Lyon receives a Christian of sorts Esther receives Felix in her kitchen Esther Lyon Dinah Morris Hetty Sorrel Hetty has a visitor Brother and Sister The Old Gold The New Gold Nancy and Godfrey Cass Dolly Winthrop, coach and teacher Adam Bede gives a rose to Hetty Maggie Tulliver rescues Tom Silas Marner at his loom Hetty Sorrel at the pool Maynard Gilfil hears Caterina singing Dorothea Finds her Husband in the Garden 'She heard herself called "Mother!" and felt a light kiss on each cheek.' 'Let me go, you scoundrel,' said Harold, fiercely, 'or I'll be the death of you.' 'Mrs. Holt sat on a stool, in singular relief against the pedestal of the Apollo.' 'You are very beautiful.' 'A bullet whizzed past through Felix Holt's shoulder.… Felix fell.' History of the Devil Maggie's Garret 'It's all one to me. I can make five codicils.' 'My dear young lady - Miss Brooke - Dorothea!' 'I have brought a little petitioner.' Mrs. Farebrother welcomed the guest Dr. Sprague was superfluously tall 'Stay a minute, Liebchen' Wheeled past the group with an unmoved face Mirah mused a little If, because of anything her brother said to him, he went away She was the victim of his happiness 'Do you command me to go?' Was it a fit of madness? She sang Beethoven's "Per Pieta Non Dirmi Addio" 'This is come to pass and the rest will come.' 'I've made two wills, and I'm going to burn one. Now you do as I tell you.' 'Promise me, Papa, that you will consent to what we wish.' 'I'm no more drunk nor you are, nor so much.' 'Wake, dear, wake! Listen to me.' 'She saw... something which made her pause motionless.' 'Why, my lads, how's this?' 'But he who wears a solitary chain heading the file, has turned to face Fedalma' 'A steadfast form that held him with its thought' Tito introduced Tito and Baldassarre 'There were trim cheerful villages.' 'You really have no idea what an impression it conveys when you say you are a radical.' 'Come now, you'll say I used to be a Tory.' 'Felix went straight to this platform and stepped upon it, crying "Halt!"' 'She stood, divested of all personal considerations, whether of vanity or shyness.' 'Oh, I am not sure that I want to be taken care of.' 'Her eyes met Deronda's' 'How I pity all the other girls at the archery meeting!' 'Do trust me. Let me help you.' Klesmer made a low bow in silent irony 'Be quick. What has he done with my horse?' 'The minister asked him if he knew where he had left that knife.' 'Suppose, now, you get the money yourself, and save me the trouble, eh?' 'Robbed!' said Silas, gaspingly. 'And what must you be letting him have my money for?' Seated on the pillion behind her tall, erect father Solomon marched forward at the head of the gay procession The Little Bridal Procession Death of Tito 'Grandcourt saw it and saw that it was attracting Deronda’s notice.' 'What is the matter? You are distressed.' 'Do you suppose that I ever disbelieved in you?' 'Raffles started up and stared round him in terror' 'He rose and gave his arm to Bulstrode.' 'Silva, if now between us came a sword' 'Down fell the great chief' Savonarola and Romola 'A figure came from out the olive trees.' 'Where the little stream / Parts a green hollow 'twixt the gentle slopes.' 'Lamps burning low make little atmospheres / Of light amid the dimness.' 'You, my child - are you / Halting and wavering?' 'I'll put them on, / Help me, my lord, and you shall see me now / Somewhat as I shall look at Court with you.' 'Circling, she lightly bends and lifts on high / The multitudinous-sounding tambourine.' 'Bright, O bright Fedalma!' 'Night-black the charger, black the rider's plume.' 'Our meadow-path had memorable spots: / One where it bridged a tiny rivulet.' 'Would sing as finely to this suffering child, / As at the court where princes on him smiled.' 'The house was held / As if a storm were listening with delight / And hushed its thunder.' 'Yet quiet, lowly as a meek white dove, / That with its presence teaches gentleness.' 'Alone amid the hills at first he tried / His winged song.' 'He spread his tents upon the grassy plain / Which, eastward widening like the open main, / Showed the first whiteness 'neath the morning star.' 'Father, I have not been good to you; But I will be, I will be,' said Esther, laying her head on his knee. 'She laid her hand upon his shoulder ... "I am ready."' 'He pushed her to the entrance... and thrust her out.' 'There, Dauphin, tell me what that is.' 'Hetty stole a half-shy, half-coquettish glance at him' 'After a few moments of silence, he looked up at her.' 'Then we'll never part any more, Dinah' 'I thought you would have some' The blind father sat with head uplifted He turned his head and saw the face of his adoptive father She had met Fra Girolamo's calm glance 'See,' said Romola, 'God has sent me to you again.' 'Tessa looked up and saw a lady in black' 'Tito rose and was about to move away' 'In utter amazement, Silas fell on his knees.' [Maggie was] ‘looking darkly radiant from under her beaver-bonnet’ 'I am waiting for something else.' 'My child! I'll go with you.' 'And you will put the crown to the mortification of my life, Harold?' 'He was looking up at her quite calmly' 'A man with a sabre in his hand was taking the command' 'Go gently before she wakes.' 'Why did she stand before me with the candle in her hand, with her cruel contemptuous eyes fixed on me, and the glittering serpent, like a familiar demon, on her breast?' 'My little lady, where are you going to?' 'A large man in a smock-frock, with a pitchfork in his hand, rushed up to Mr. Freely and hugged him, crying out, "Zavy, Zavy, b'other Zavy!"' 'While this conversation was going forward, Dickey had been furtively stroking and kissing the soft white hand.' 'He stroked the satin head, and said in his gentlest voice, "How do you do, Lizzie? will you give me a kiss?"' 'The soul that was born anew to music was born anew to love' 'Mary looked up with some roguishness at Fred' 'The painter said, "It is as Santa Clara that I want you to stand."' 'Mamma!' said Rosamond blushing deeply. 'But talk of an independent politician and he will appear.' 'They sat in that way without looking at each other, until the rain abated and began to fall in stillness.' 'But in the course of that survey her eyes met Deronda's.' 'Gwendolen seemed a Calypso among her nymphs' 'Here I have listened to the messages of earth and sky' 'A man in threadbare clothing was seated on a stool against some bookshelves' 'Ah, the dear head, the dear head!' said Mordecai, in a low loving tone, laying his thin hand gently on the curls. 'He cried again - and I held my hand, and my heart said, "Die!" - and he sank.' How Lisa Loved the King 'Fedalma, it is Silva!' 'His doublet loose, his right arm backward flung, /His left caressing close the long-necked lute.' The Blood Transfusion (La Transfusion du Sang) Mother's Guineas Original Illustrated Initial from 'Brother Jacob' in the Cornhill Magazine (1864) 'It is coming, Maggie!' Tom said, in a deep hoarse voice, loosing the oars, and clasping her. 'It was one of their happy mornings.' 'Here, my dear, try if you can eat a bit o' this.' 'What does all this mean, Mrs. Tulliver?' said Mr. Wakem. 'What am I to write, father?' said Tom. Aunt Glegg learns the breadth of Bob's thumb 'She lingered at the door before she gathered courage to knock.' 'My dear - dear - husband - you have been - very - good to me.' Just on the slope by a clump of laurels, where they can see the sunbeams sparkling among the water-lilies 'She sinks down on her knees, takes the dear hand in her arms, and kisses the cold forehead.' 'Lizzie advanced without hesitation, and put out one hand, while she fingered her coral necklace with the other.' 'He felt his heart begin to beat violently, and for a few moments he was unable to stretch out his hand and grasp the restored treasure.' 'She retreated to her father's chair again, and held him round the neck.' Hetty and Arthur Donnithorne in the Wood Dinah Morris Grandcourt and Gwendolen at the Archery Tournament Lydia Glasher and Gwendolen at the Whispering Stones Mirah and Mordecai Deronda and Kalonymos Esther and Felix at the Stile Fred Vincy and Peter Featherstone Mr. Bulstrode and Raffles Maggie and the Gypsy Mrs. Tulliver and Mr. Wakem The Damaged Muslin Maggie and Lucy Mr. Tulliver and Mrs. Moss Portrait of Eppie Janet Dempster Shepperton Church Choir 'The children always called him "Old Master Marner."' 'Take to their legs in terror' 'With a heavy bag on his back' 'The risk of fording streams' 'The rarer pleasure of seeing Miss Nancy Lammeter' 'At the covert side' 'The object of his search' A present from Miss Priscilla The Cry of Desolation The company at the Rainbow Inn The long pipes 'Had made her blood creep' 'He was seen setting off' 'Ring the bell for my ale, will you.' Aaron Peeping The 'Carril' Arrivals at the Red House. 'Wheeled her round' 'The field's length you'd go.' 'His hospitality rayed out' Dr. Kimble making himself agreeable to his feminine patients The gay procession 'Holding his son Aaron between his knees' 'The young squire leading off wi' Miss Nancy for partners' Godfrey's wife 'In perfect contentment' 'Silas fell on his knees' 'Inviting Silas with much chuckling' 'All eyes were bent on Silas Marner' Beset by mothers 'Sat on Dolly's knee' 'Some favourite bank' 'Here sat Eppie' Eppie in de toal-hole 'Like little dogs face to face' A chance meeting Eppie frisking Eppie's play A beautiful nap in the gig 'The father whose return is greeted by young voices' 'She turned from the window with gladness in her eyes.' 'She held the door wide' 'That's ended!' 'To ask the name of this town' The little bridal procession 'When any master holds/ 'Twixt chin and hand a violin of mine, / He will be glad that Stradivari lived.' 'Then Jubal poured his triumph in a song.' 'The frost-locked starkness of his frame / low-bent.' 'The shepherd boy far off upon the / Hill' 'Shake hands; Good-by.' Adam Bede and Arthur Donnithorne 'Swift as soldiers when they ride' 'O misery, misery! / You might have killed me, might have let me sleep.' 'And in all eyes King Pedro was the king of / Cavaliers.' 'So, inward-wailing, Lisa passed her days.' 'Or shake the atlas with their / Midnight roar.' 'Waiting upon the pavement with the throng.' 'Our mother bade us keep the trodden ways.' 'Join in a war-dance.' 'Two wedded from the portal stept.' 'The evening of our life, love, shall go and / Come no more.' 'Three angels gleaming on his secret track' Romola Title Page Middlemarch Frontispiece Daniel Deronda may he come in? 'Could this be his little sister come back to him in a dream?' Dinah and Adam Mrs. Poyser and the Old Squire In the Wood The Carpenter’s Shop Dinah and Hetty in the Prison The Hall Farm Daniel Deronda [Frontispiece] Little Treby Shepperton Church As It Was Raveloe Village Dorlcote Mill Florence Middlemarch Title Page Grandcourt and Gwendolen are Courting Dorothea Casaubon has a Gentleman Caller Hetty Sorrel and Captain Donnithorne in Mrs Poyser's dairy Dinah Morris preaching on the common Animals are such agreeable friends Pardon all Gratitude should be my reservoir There is a power To be right So fast Life is measured Nothing is so good Is it any weakness Justice is like Truth in art Human happiness is a web Writing is a part The first condition How can we see Truth is strange Fog, east wind, and headache Our deeds determine [H]uman nature is lovable My pen straggles [I]f we knew ourselves But it is time But among the well-established Our dead are never dead [A woman] ought Between the beauty To an author There is so much What greater thing is there Letters between friends I am anxious Just now the days are short I think the highest and best I think there can be few But who is so base Make your sorrow Try to care about something She sat in her splendid attire I have all my life It ought to lie If this be hypocrisy indeed, the years had been I will not let the close He had given her the poison Our tenderness So to live O may I join the choir invisible A better time will come We reap what we sow I can never shrink Our words have wings Life's a vast sea We must be patient Speech is but broken light On solitary souls Cruelty, like every other vice And an unloving, tyrannous, brutal man The golden moments Since, as we know, men change Errors looks so very ugly Ideas are often poor ghosts The blessed work of helping We are poor plants Thank heaven Depend upon it You and I, too, reader He felt as if his very love In every parting It is so much easier For love is frightened It is so much easier to say He had given her the poison The unfinished romance She told to the pitiful listening night Tina died, and Maynard Gilfil's love Our thoughts are often worse Our words have wings Those full deep notes Those who trust us We are all apt to believe Choose the good Her intensest life The best introduction to astronomy Is there a choice for strong souls Him and th' old Squire Examining the world A man falling into dark waters The easiest way to deceive The old desire The water-drops Our daily familiar life Beginnings are always My life here I felt a new creature It's a poor look-out It is not true that love All phrases of mere compliment A freezing wind Imagine me seated near a window The soul's calm sunshine I felt a new creature The intense happiness of our union O this masquarade of a world! Great art, in any kind, inspirits me I have found quite a new interest I like not only to be loved It is very sweet to see Bliss and beauty are the end There's debts we can't pay We have been industriously foraging She must have been in a state Animals are such agreeable friends The low barometer with almost constant rain I forgot everything but my passion. I wonder if anyone ever felt Animals are such agreeable friends All life before and after melted away It seemed a gala where all was happiness Our naked feelings Every new day and night Nature has her language I want him to know figures Ideas are often poor ghosts She was my wife In the early ages of the world The world isn't made of pen, ink, and paper Hard speech It was never a trial It is a pathetic sight We are all apt We don't inquire It was one of those dangerous moments There is but one woe Every man's work Darkness-darkness That moment of naturalness Swiftly-moving Clouds Every Man A conciousness Delicate scent Knit us to the old Between the beauty Fog, east wind, and headache Who is not proud Nature, that great tragic dramatist If people happen to be lovers In love's spring Reverent love So Eppie was reared That is the path It would make me in love Here was a weary experience Was this a dream Maggie, if you loved me Love meant nothing She will never love me I can only go on Even the sunshine Previous Page Page of 41 Next Page
