Silas Marner, by George Eliot

"A child, more than all other gifts
That earth can offer to declining man,
Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts." --WORDSWORTH.

Scenes of Clerical Life, by George Eliot

The Mill on the Floss, by George Eliot

Middlemarch, by George Eliot

"To my dear Husband, George Henry Lewes, in this nineteenth year of our blessed union."

The Lifted Veil, by George Eliot

Give me no light, great Heaven, but such as turns
To energy of human fellowship;
No powers beyond the growing heritage
That makes completer manhood.

Impressions of Theophrastus Such, by George Eliot

"Suspicione si quis errabit sua,
Et rapiet ad se, quod erit commune omnium,
Stulte nudabit animi conscientiam
Huic excusatum me velim nihilominus
Neque enim notare singulos mens est mihi,
Verum ipsam vitam et mores hominum ostendere"

--Phaedrus

How Lisa Loved the King, by George Eliot

Six hundred years ago, in Dante's time, Before his cheek was furrowed by deep rhyme; When Europe, fed afresh from Eastern story, Was like a garden tangled with the glory Of flowers hand-planted and of flowers air-sown, Climbing and trailing, budding and full-blown, Where purple bells are tossed amid pink stars, And springing blades, green troops in innocent wars, Crowd every shady spot of teeming earth, Making invisible motion visible birth,--

Daniel Deronda, by George Eliot

Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul: There, 'mid the throng of hurrying desires That trample on the dead to seize their spoil, Lurks vengeance, footless, irresistible As exhalations laden with slow death, And o'er the fairest troop of captured joys Breathes pallid pestilence.

Brother Jacob, by George Eliot

Adam Bede, by George Eliot