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May I Join the Choir by George Eliot. Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. 1895. A Victorian Anthology, 1837

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This is life to come, Which martyr'd men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. This is life to come, -- Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. May I reach That purest heaven, -- be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense! So we inherit that sweet purity For which we struggled, failed, and agonized With widening retrospect that bred despair. And all our rarer, better, truer self, That sobbed religiously in yearning song, That watched to ease the burthen of the world, Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better— saw within A worthier image for the sanctuary, And shaped it forth before the multitude Divinely human, raising worship so To higher reference more mixed with love— That better self shall live till human Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb Unread for ever. Her most famous work, Middlemarch, is a turning point in the history of the novel. So to live is heaven: To make undying music in the world, Breathing a beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffus'd, And in diffusion ever more intense! This is life to come, Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow.

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May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty— Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. She was one of the most important writers of the Victorian era, renowned for her deep psychological insight and sophisticated character portraits. Unable to believe, she conscientiously gave up religion and stopped attending church. So to live is heaven: To make undying music in the world, Breathing a beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. And all our rarer, better, truer self, That sobb’d religiously in yearning song, That watch’d to ease the burthen of the world, Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better,—saw within A worthier image for the sanctuary, And shap’d it forth before the multitude, Divinely human, raising worship so To higher reverence more mix’d with love,— That better self shall live till human Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gather’d like a scroll within the tomb Unread forever. May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty— Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense.

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O May I Join the Choir Invisible! by George Eliot

the choir invisible george eliot

. O May I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirr'd to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues. May I reach That purest heaven, — be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense! So we inherit that sweet purity For which we struggled, failed, and agonised With widening retrospect that bred despair. Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued, A vicious parent shaming still its child, Poor anxious penitence, is quick dissolved; Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies, Die in the large and charitable air, And all our rarer, better, truer self That sobbed religiously in yearning song, That watched to ease the burden of the world, Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better, -- saw within A worthier image for the sanctuary, And shaped it forth before the multitude, Divinely human, raising worship so To higher reverence more mixed with love, -- That better self shall live till human Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb Unread forever. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world. Influenced by a favorite governess, she became a religious evangelical as an adolescent.

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The Choir Invisible by George Eliot

the choir invisible george eliot

This is life to come, -- Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. She died in London on December 22, 1880. This is life to come, — Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. So we inherit that sweet purity For which we struggled, fail’d, and agoniz’d With widening retrospect that bred despair. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world. They lived harmoniously together for the next 24 years, but suffered social ostracism and financial hardship. Rebellious that not be subdued, A parent still its child, Poor penitence, is dissolved; Its discords, by harmonies, Die in the and air, And all our rarer, better, self That religiously in song, That to ease the of the world, Laboriously what must be, And what may yet be better, -- saw A image for the sanctuary, And it before the multitude, Divinely human, worship so To reverence more with love, -- That self live till Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the sky Be like a within the tomb Unread forever.

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The Choir Invisible by George Eliot

the choir invisible george eliot

Themes included her humanist vision and strong heroines. She began her literary career translating German philosophy, and in 1849, she moved to London and became an assistant editor of the Westminster Review. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world. So to live is heaven: To make music in the world, Breathing a order that With sway the life of man. Eliot also published two collections of poetry, The Legend of Jubal, and other poems James R. Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued, A vicious parent shaming still its child, Poor, anxious penitence is quick dissolved; Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies, Die in the large and charitable air; And all our rarer, better, truer self, That sobbed religiously in yearning song, That watched to ease the burden of the world, Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better—saw rather A worthier image for the sanctuary And shaped it forth before the multitude, Divinely human, raising worship so To higher reverence more mixed with love— That better self shall live till human Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb Unread forever.

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George Eliot

the choir invisible george eliot

So to live is heaven: To make undying music in the world, Breathing as beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. So to live is heaven: To make undying music in the world, Breathing as beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued, A vicious parent shaming still its child, Poor anxious penitence, is quick dissolved; Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies, Die in the large and charitable air, And all our rarer, better, truer self That sobbed religiously in yearning song, That watched to ease the burden of the world, Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better, — saw within A worthier image for the sanctuary, And shaped it forth before the multitude, Divinely human, raising worship so To higher reverence more mixed with love, — That better self shall live till human Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb Unread forever. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world. So we inherit that sweet purity For which we struggled, fail'd, and agoniz'd With widening retrospect that bred despair. Mary Ann Evans, known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist, poet, journalist, translator and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era.

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POEM: THE CHOIR INVISIBLE BY GEORGE ELIOT

the choir invisible george eliot

This is life to come, Which martyr’d men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. So I join the invisible Whose is the of the world. Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued, A vicious parent shaming still its child Poor anxious penitence, is quick dissolved; Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies, Die in the large and charitable air. After her father's death in 1849, Mary Ann traveled, then accepted an unpaid position with The Westminster Review. So we inherit that sweet purity For which we struggled, failed, and agonized With widening retrospect that bred despair. Her father shunned her, sending the broken-hearted young dependent to live with a sister until she promised to reexamine her feelings. Her 1872 work Middlemarch has been described by Martin Amis and Julian Barnes as the greatest novel in the English language.


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“O May I Join the Choir Invisible”

the choir invisible george eliot

May I reach That purest heaven—be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense! May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffus’d, And in diffusion ever more intense! So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world. So to live is heaven: To make undying music in the world, Breathing a beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. May I reach That purest heaven, -- be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense! Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued, A vicious parent shaming still its child, Poor anxious penitence, is quick dissolv'd; Its discords, quench'd by meeting harmonies, Die in the large and charitable air. Her first published work was a religious poem. She became salaried and began writing essays and reviews for The Westminster Review.

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