Emily of New Moon (Emily Part 1) (Emily Starr Trilogy)

by L.M. Montgomery

Lofty John.

the beloved old family feud

and “sweets”

washed the dishes then

but I am sorry—or ought to be—to have to state that Emily's conscience never worried her about the matter at all.

Haha - could the narrator still be adult Emily?

listening to the Wind Woman whistling elfishly through a knot hole in the loft,

It wasn't fair—she didn't want to die.

Haha oh dear

Mrs Hemans.

Something rose up in Emily and took possession of her—some inheritance from the good old stock behind her. She ceased to tremble—she accepted her fate—with bitter regret, but calmly.

There was no need to write to Father—she would see him soon—but

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Simile double

"Any one who eats apples from dawn to dark must expect a few pains in her stomach.

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dod-gasted

"Well, then, I won't use it any more," said Emily resignedly, "but Lofty John is dod-gasted."

Haha nice

Emily saw a dear, friendly star winking down at her.

Far away the sea moaned alluringly.

Oh, it was nice just to be alone and...

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buried him with obloquy—the

boil the pigs' potatoes—unromantic

it must have come down from the days of fairy tales and been some giant's porridge pot;

Cousin Jimmy

some old gnome or troll of northland story mixing the contents of a magical cauldron;

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book 7 invocation to Urania. Half yet remaines unsung, but narrower bound Within the visible Diurnal Spheare; Standing on Earth, not rapt above the Pole, More safe I Sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarce or mute, though fall'n on evil dayes, [ 25 ] On evil dayes though fall'n, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compast round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers Nightly, or when Morn Purples the East: still govern thou my Song, [ 30 ] Urania, and fit audience find, though few. https://milton.host.dartmouth.edu/reading_room/pl/book_7/text.shtml

The flash

came almost every evening over something or other.

The Wind Woman swooped or purred in the tossing boughs above them—Emily had never be...

Faerie simile

nice whispery sounds

the Bugle Song

three magic notes.

He would never recite his poetry to Ilse or Teddy; but he told them fairy stories, and tales about the old dead-and-gone Murrays in the pond graveyard that were as queer, sometimes, as the fairy stories;

pictures of Ilse and Emily dancing hand in hand around it like two small witches,

Simile spooky

pictures of weird, vague faces crowding in the darkness outside their enchanted circle.

No banquet of gods was ever as delicious as those potatoes.

Simile

"Old Kelly," the tin pedlar,

In such a mood she was entirely unreasonable. She would not listen to anybody—Laura

HORRIBLE

Emily did not stop to think, or look for a board, or count the consequences.

It shall not be drowned again."

Archibald Murray's

look was on her face and Archibald Murray's tone ...

Just now she was in an agony of pi...

Weakness? Think about her relationship to her father - haha.

A ghost from the grave could not have cowed her more speedily.