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... CRITIC 200 IV . ALICE MEYNELL AS CRITIC 231 V. LAFCADIO HEARN 242 VI . SIR EDWARD COOK 277 VII . SET DOWN IN MALICE 300 VIII . THE HUMOUR OF SAKI IX . WOMEN 66 " " 311 331 PREFACE LET me make it quite clear at the outset 8 CONTENTS.
... CRITIC 200 IV . ALICE MEYNELL AS CRITIC 231 V. LAFCADIO HEARN 242 VI . SIR EDWARD COOK 277 VII . SET DOWN IN MALICE 300 VIII . THE HUMOUR OF SAKI IX . WOMEN 66 " " 311 331 PREFACE LET me make it quite clear at the outset 8 CONTENTS.
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... critic : the following papers are not studies in literature . While other men were more healthily and patriotically em- ployed in digging up their allotments and gardens , for physical reasons I was forced to confine my- self to the ...
... critic : the following papers are not studies in literature . While other men were more healthily and patriotically em- ployed in digging up their allotments and gardens , for physical reasons I was forced to confine my- self to the ...
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... critic saying , What an amazing selection . " It is quite impossible to make a class list . It is like the competi- tion of finding out which is the best of Keats ' five Odes , or Shakespeare's greatest tragedy . I have no favourite ...
... critic saying , What an amazing selection . " It is quite impossible to make a class list . It is like the competi- tion of finding out which is the best of Keats ' five Odes , or Shakespeare's greatest tragedy . I have no favourite ...
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... critics who think that Compton Mac- kenzie is of the family of Hugh Walpole , J. D. Beres- ford , or Gilbert Cannan . Is it after all a limitation not to belong to the introspective school ? The riddle of the universe is not necessarily ...
... critics who think that Compton Mac- kenzie is of the family of Hugh Walpole , J. D. Beres- ford , or Gilbert Cannan . Is it after all a limitation not to belong to the introspective school ? The riddle of the universe is not necessarily ...
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... critic of The Daily Mail , who self - complacently asserted that he could not understand what it was all about , may be in itself a recommendation . After all , what is it all about ? An island , called Nepenthe , famous for its ...
... critic of The Daily Mail , who self - complacently asserted that he could not understand what it was all about , may be in itself a recommendation . After all , what is it all about ? An island , called Nepenthe , famous for its ...
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Alice Meynell artist ballads beauty character Charlotte Brontë charm colour comes Compton Mackenzie critic Cumberland Cymbeline D. H. Lawrence delight Dorothy Richardson emotional England English essay eyes feel genius girl give happy Hearn heart Hugh Walpole human humour imagination intellectual interest J. C. Squire Jane Austen Jenny light literary literature living Lord lover married master mind Miss modern moral nature never night novelist novels pass passion play poems poet poetry prose quotes reader realise Reginald romantic Rupert Brooke Saki secret seems sense Shakespeare sing Sir Edward Cook song soul spirit story Strachey style sweet Swinburne Sylvia Scarlett talk Tennyson things thought tion true truth turn verse W. H. Davies W. J. Turner whole wife woman women wonderful words write young youth
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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...
207 psl. - The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action...
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.
246 psl. - Ah! no; a shepherd of a different stock, And far unlike him, feeds this little flock: A jovial youth, who thinks his Sunday's task As much as God or man can fairly ask; The rest he gives to loves and labours light. To fields the morning, and to feasts the night; None better...
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.
296 psl. - Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow, Swift as the swallow along the river's light Circleting the surface to meet his mirror'd winglets, Fleeter she seems in her stay than in her flight.
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...