The Art of LettersUnwin, 1920 - 240 psl. |
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... been scandalously overserved with drink ye night before . " He also began to write a romance entitled Love a Cheate , which he tore up ten years later , though he " liked it very well . " At the same time his writing never.
... been scandalously overserved with drink ye night before . " He also began to write a romance entitled Love a Cheate , which he tore up ten years later , though he " liked it very well . " At the same time his writing never.
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Robert Lynd. well . " At the same time his writing never lost the tang of Puritan speech . " Blessed be God " are the first words of his shocking Diary . When he had to give up keeping the Diary nine and a half years later , owing to ...
Robert Lynd. well . " At the same time his writing never lost the tang of Puritan speech . " Blessed be God " are the first words of his shocking Diary . When he had to give up keeping the Diary nine and a half years later , owing to ...
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... written about Pepys are per- plexed by the question whether Pepys wrote his Diary with a view to its ultimate publication . This seems to me to betray some ignorance of the working of the human mind . Those who find one of the world's ...
... written about Pepys are per- plexed by the question whether Pepys wrote his Diary with a view to its ultimate publication . This seems to me to betray some ignorance of the working of the human mind . Those who find one of the world's ...
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... written as though Mr. Pepys , in con- fessing himself in his Diary , had confessed us all . They profess to see in ... Writing of Mrs. Knipp on another occasion , he says : She and I singing , and God forgive me ! I do still see that my ...
... written as though Mr. Pepys , in con- fessing himself in his Diary , had confessed us all . They profess to see in ... Writing of Mrs. Knipp on another occasion , he says : She and I singing , and God forgive me ! I do still see that my ...
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Robert Lynd. Within a few weeks of this we find him writing again : So abroad to my ruler's of my books , having , God forgive me ! a mind to see Nan there , which I did , and so back again , and then out again to see Mrs. Bettons , who ...
Robert Lynd. Within a few weeks of this we find him writing again : So abroad to my ruler's of my books , having , God forgive me ! a mind to see Nan there , which I did , and so back again , and then out again to see Mrs. Bettons , who ...
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130 psl. - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: . The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
111 psl. - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love and bear; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
15 psl. - I am sure of thee now: and with that he had almost pressed him to death, so that Christian began to despair of life. But, as God would have it, while Apollyon was fetching...
121 psl. - Wordsworth on the other hand was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
201 psl. - The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within, like the colour of a flower which fades and changes as it is developed, and the conscious portions of our natures are unprophetic either of its approach or its departure.
208 psl. - I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity : the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of re-action, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
45 psl. - This grave scene was fully contrasted by the burlesque duke of Newcastle. He fell into a fit of crying the moment he came into the chapel, and flung himself back in a stall, the archbishop hovering over him with a...
74 psl. - ... as the whistling of my linnets. All the sounds that nature utters are delightful, at least in this country. I should not perhaps find the roaring of lions in Africa, or of bears in Russia, very pleasing ; but I know no beast in England whose voice I do not account musical, save and except always the braying of an ass.
18 psl. - Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake : When thou hast told these honours done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me. COME, let us sond with melody, the praises Of the Kings' King, th' omnipotent Creator, Author of number, that hath all the world in Harmony framed.
66 psl. - I wonder that a sportive thought should ever knock at the door of my intellects, and still more that it should gain admittance. It is as if harlequin should intrude himself into the gloomy chamber where a corpse is deposited in state. His antic gesticulations would be unseasonable at any rate, but more especially so if they should distort the features of the mournful attendants into laughter.