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Quotes from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
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1 He paused: the birds went on carolling, the leaves lightly rustling.
2 Georgiana would chatter nonsense to her canary bird by the hour, and take no notice of me.
3 Birds began singing in brake and copse: birds were faithful to their mates; birds were emblems of love.
4 The rooks cawed, and blither birds sang; but nothing was so merry or so musical as my own rejoicing heart.
5 They dispersed about the room, reminding me, by the lightness and buoyancy of their movements, of a flock of white plumy birds.
6 It was as if a band of Italian days had come from the South, like a flock of glorious passenger birds, and lighted to rest them on the cliffs of Albion.
7 Sinking below the bird and mast, a drowned corpse glanced through the green water; a fair arm was the only limb clearly visible, whence the bracelet had been washed or torn.
8 I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.
9 Far and wide, on each side, there were only fields, where no cattle now browsed; and the little brown birds, which stirred occasionally in the hedge, looked like single russet leaves that had forgotten to drop.
10 We stayed there nearly a week: I and Sophie used to walk every day in a great green place full of trees, called the Park; and there were many children there besides me, and a pond with beautiful birds in it, that I fed with crumbs.
11 It trembled for Mr. Rochester and his doom; it bemoaned him with bitter pity; it demanded him with ceaseless longing; and, impotent as a bird with both wings broken, it still quivered its shattered pinions in vain attempts to seek him.