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Pagina ix
To do what is worth the doing does not ask the same qualities as to tell the news . And in reviewing Stephen Crane's Red Badge of Courage , George Wyndham admitted the general failure of gallant soldiers to reproduce in words the effect ...
To do what is worth the doing does not ask the same qualities as to tell the news . And in reviewing Stephen Crane's Red Badge of Courage , George Wyndham admitted the general failure of gallant soldiers to reproduce in words the effect ...
Pagina x
Artist , who is trained both to see and tell , or inspired , even without seeing , to divine what things have been and must be . If only men of action had always understood these simple truths , from how many bad books should we have ...
Artist , who is trained both to see and tell , or inspired , even without seeing , to divine what things have been and must be . If only men of action had always understood these simple truths , from how many bad books should we have ...
Pagina xxvi
He tells us that Villon's ' sentiments are about as much to be relied upon as those of a professional beggar , ' and proceeds to find in his work ' an unrivalled insincerity . ' Unrivalled insincerity ! You rub your eyes as you read the ...
He tells us that Villon's ' sentiments are about as much to be relied upon as those of a professional beggar , ' and proceeds to find in his work ' an unrivalled insincerity . ' Unrivalled insincerity ! You rub your eyes as you read the ...
Pagina xxxii
And what a marvellous tale Odysseus has to tell ! There is the story of Polyphemus , the giant who has but a single eye in the middle of his forehead , and who devoured two of the hero's companions at a meal ...
And what a marvellous tale Odysseus has to tell ! There is the story of Polyphemus , the giant who has but a single eye in the middle of his forehead , and who devoured two of the hero's companions at a meal ...
Pagina xxxviii
... he was all excitement . “ Now perpend , ' said he , ' how is that ? The Roman Conquest was in A.D. 70. I plumped at once for the theory that it has filtered through the dim , but civilised , Europe of which Morris tells his ...
... he was all excitement . “ Now perpend , ' said he , ' how is that ? The Roman Conquest was in A.D. 70. I plumped at once for the theory that it has filtered through the dim , but civilised , Europe of which Morris tells his ...
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Pagina 256 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Pagina 355 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: Speak of the spring and...
Pagina 281 - Yes, trust them not, for there is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Pagina 372 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Pagina 312 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
Pagina 355 - ... with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
Pagina 195 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Pagina 340 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh...
Pagina 247 - I will make them conform, or I will harry them out of the land, or else worse,"
Pagina 366 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...