Books and Their WritersG. Richards Limited, 1920 - 343 psl. |
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... woman un- happily married , who finds in the stolid Cambridge Rugger Blue " the firmness and solidity and power which every woman worships more than anything else in the world . I could write at length of John Galsworthy's sensitive ...
... woman un- happily married , who finds in the stolid Cambridge Rugger Blue " the firmness and solidity and power which every woman worships more than anything else in the world . I could write at length of John Galsworthy's sensitive ...
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... woman's best interpreter . Jenny is not the only pearl to be cast before swine . Pauline , Sylvia , each in her own individual way , is equally precious and adorable . We have seen two of the inimitable trio giving up their boundless ...
... woman's best interpreter . Jenny is not the only pearl to be cast before swine . Pauline , Sylvia , each in her own individual way , is equally precious and adorable . We have seen two of the inimitable trio giving up their boundless ...
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... woman . " His theories on education , too , were unorthodox : he limited the weekly half - holidays to five , and sold to the slave - markets of Stamboul and Argier by weight , and not by the piece , all those boys and girls who talked ...
... woman . " His theories on education , too , were unorthodox : he limited the weekly half - holidays to five , and sold to the slave - markets of Stamboul and Argier by weight , and not by the piece , all those boys and girls who talked ...
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... woman . " Dorothy meanwhile had fallen more and more in love with Louis now that he had cast off his fetters and left home . " It gave her life new signifi- cance , as though she had been groping blindly , with- out any clear aim . Ah ...
... woman . " Dorothy meanwhile had fallen more and more in love with Louis now that he had cast off his fetters and left home . " It gave her life new signifi- cance , as though she had been groping blindly , with- out any clear aim . Ah ...
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Stuart Petre Brodie Mais. 66 99 Lampe a venomous beast of a woman . ' She then becomes maddened with jealousy , gets ill , only recover- ing on the reappearance of Louis . Ultimately they , of course , fall into each other's arms .. but ...
Stuart Petre Brodie Mais. 66 99 Lampe a venomous beast of a woman . ' She then becomes maddened with jealousy , gets ill , only recover- ing on the reappearance of Louis . Ultimately they , of course , fall into each other's arms .. but ...
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61 psl. - It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
85 psl. - HARK! hark, my soul; angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wavebeat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 'Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come...
210 psl. - The skies were mine, and so were the sun and moon and stars, and all the world was mine; and I the only spectator and enjoyer of it. I knew no churlish proprieties, nor bounds, nor divisions: but all proprieties and divisions were mine; all treasures and the possessors of them. So that with much ado I was corrupted, and made to learn the dirty devices of this world. Which now I unlearn, and become, as it were, a little child again that I may enter into the Kingdom of God.
210 psl. - The streets were mine, the temple was mine, the people were mine, their clothes and gold and silver were mine as much as their sparkling eyes, fair skins and ruddy faces. The skies were mine, and so were the sun and moon and stars, and all the World was mine and I the only spectator and enjoyer of it.
141 psl. - Was there love once? I have forgotten her. Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine. O loved, living, dying, heroic soldier, All, all my joy, my grief, my love, are thine.
216 psl. - You will see Coleridge — he who sits obscure In the exceeding lustre and the pure Intense irradiation of a mind, Which, with its own internal lightning blind, Flags wearily through darkness and despair — A cloud-encircled meteor of the air, A hooded eagle among blinking owls.
52 psl. - Oh! it is only a novel!" replies the young lady; while she lays down her book with affected indifference, or momentary shame. - "It is only Cecilia, or Camilla, or Belinda;" or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour are conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.
53 psl. - I could no more write a romance than an epic poem. I could not sit seriously down to write a serious romance under any other motive than to save my life...
162 psl. - THERE is no one among men that has not a special failing: And my failing consists in writing verses. I have broken away from the thousand ties of life: But this infirmity still remains behind. Each time that I look at a fine landscape: Each time that I meet a loved friend, I raise my voice and recite a stanza of poetry And am glad as though a God had crossed my path.
292 psl. - Through mist — an heaven-sustaining bulwark reared Between the east and west ; and half the sky Was roofed with clouds of rich emblazonry, Dark purple at the zenith, which still grew Down the steep west into a wondrous hue Brighter than burning gold, even to the rent Where the swift sun yet paused in his descent Among the many-folded hills. They were Those famous Euganean hills, which bear, As seen from Lido through the harbour piles, The likeness of a clump of peaked isles.