Silhouettes

Priekinis viršelis
W. Heinemann Limited, 1925 - 413 psl.

Knygos viduje

Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską

Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės

Populiarios ištraukos

335 psl. - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what Nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
153 psl. - Vicar. His talk was like a stream, which runs With rapid change from rocks to roses : It slipped from politics to puns, It passed from Mahomet to Moses ; 4 Beginning with the laws which keep The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels, or shoeing horses.
295 psl. - My hoss throwed me off at the creek called Mud, My hoss throwed me off round the 2-U herd. Last time I saw him he was going cross the level A-kicking up his heels and a-running like the devil. It's cloudy in the West, a-looking like rain, And my damned old slicker's in the wagon again. Crippled my hoss, I don't know how, Ropin
3 psl. - He was endowed with the rare and precious talent of raising the meanest, of adorning the most barren, and of diversifying the most similar topics...
69 psl. - As long as men are false, and women vain, While gold continues to be virtue's bane, In pointed satire Wycherley shall reign.
116 psl. - Shakespeare ; but, falling on an age still more Hottentot, was stifled in those gross and barbarous productions, tragi-comedies. It turned to tuneful nonsense in the Mourning Bride; grew stark mad in Lee, whose cloak, a little the worse for wear, fell on Young, yet in both was still a poet's cloak. It recovered its senses in Hughes and Fenton, who were afraid it should relapse, and accordingly kept it down with a timid but amiable hand ; 1 See chapter ix. and then it languished. We have not mounted...
158 psl. - North Ocean girds it round. And o'er the rocks, and up the bay, The long sea-rollers surge and sound. And still the thin and biting spray Drives down the melancholy street, And still endure, and still decay, Towers that the salt winds vainly beat. Ghost-like and shadowy they stand Dim mirrored in the wet sea-sand.
171 psl. - I MADE another garden, yea, For my new love: I left the dead rose where it lay, And set the new above. Why did the summer not begin? Why did my heart not haste? My old love came and walked therein, And laid the garden waste.
170 psl. - THERE is an earthly glimmer in the Tomb : And, healed in their own tears and with long sleep, My eyes unclose and feel no need to weep ; But, in the corner of the narrow room, Behold Love's spirit standeth, with the bloom That things made deathless by Death's self may keep. O what a change ! for now his looks are deep, And a long patient smile he can assume : While Memory, in some soft low monotone, Is pouring like an oil into mine ear The tale of a most short and hollow bliss, That I once throbbed...
189 psl. - In these forty volumes, adultery is never pictured; seduction never; divorce once and sparingly ("A Modern Instance"); marriage discordant to the point of cleavage, only once and in the same novel with the divorce; crime only once with any fullness ("The Quality of Mercy"); politics never; religion passingly and superficially; science only in crepuscular psychology; mechanics, athletics, bodily exploits or collisions, very rarely.

Bibliografinė informacija