Middlemarch - 57

by George Eliot in English Fiction Stories

CHAPTER LVII. They numbered scarce eight summers when a name Rose on their souls and stirred such motions thereAs thrill the buds and shape their hidden frame At penetration of the quickening air:His name who told of ...Read MoreEvan Dhu, Of quaint Bradwardine, and Vich Ian Vor,Making the little world their childhood knew Large with a land of mountain lake and scaur,And larger yet with wonder, love, belief Toward Walter Scott who living far awaySent them this wealth of joy and noble grief. The book and they must part, but day by day, Read Less