Middlemarch / compiled by James D. Benson
| dc.contributor | Benson, James D. Glendon College York University |
| dc.contributor.author | Eliot, George, 1819-1880 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:53:08Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:53:08Z |
| dc.date.created | 1872 |
| dc.date.issued | 1988-07-18 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1241 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1241 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1241 |
| dc.description.abstract | In English Title from title page of source text |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Novels -- England -- 19th century |
| dc.subject.other | Novels |
| dc.title | Middlemarch / compiled by James D. Benson |
| dc.type | Text |
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| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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PRELUDE
WHO that cares much to know the history of man, and how the
mysterious mixture behaves under the varying experiments of Time,
has not dwelt, at least briefly, on the life of Saint Theresa, has not
smiled with some gentleness at the thought of the little girl wa~g$
forth one morning hand-in-hand with her still smaller brother, to go
and seek ma~-dom$ in the country of the Moors? Out they toddled
from rugged Avila,$ wide-eyed and helpless-looking as two fawns, but
with human hearts,l$ already bea . . .
