Middlemarch - 81

by George Eliot in English Fiction Stories

CHAPTER LXXXI. Du Erde warst auch diese Nacht beständig,Und athmest neu erquickt zu meinen Füssen,Beginnest schon mit Lust mich zu umgeben,Du regst und rührst ein kräftiges BeschliessenZum höchsten Dasein immerfort zu streben.—Faust: 2r Theil. When Dorothea was again at ...Read Moredoor speaking to Martha, he was in the room close by with the door ajar, preparing to go out. He heard her voice, and immediately came to her. “Do you think that Mrs. Lydgate can receive me this morning?” she said, having reflected that it would be better to leave out all allusion to her previous visit. “I have no Read Less