Books and Their WritersG. Richards Limited, 1920 - 343 psl. |
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... imaginations pass . Novel - writing is no easy task and few things make one so speechless with rage as the stupidity of those blind readers who write " vulgar rubbish " across a page of Swinnerton , or " the man with the muck - rake ...
... imaginations pass . Novel - writing is no easy task and few things make one so speechless with rage as the stupidity of those blind readers who write " vulgar rubbish " across a page of Swinnerton , or " the man with the muck - rake ...
25 psl.
... be content to take Compton Mackenzie at his own valuation . Exquisite figments of our imagination , Sylvia , Pauline , and Jenny , dream - heroines all , we love you far , far better than Michael , Guy , and COMPTON MACKENZIE 25.
... be content to take Compton Mackenzie at his own valuation . Exquisite figments of our imagination , Sylvia , Pauline , and Jenny , dream - heroines all , we love you far , far better than Michael , Guy , and COMPTON MACKENZIE 25.
34 psl.
... imagination . He prides himself on his immunity from vexatious imposts . Yet whisky , the best quality of which is worth tenpence a bottle , is taxed till it costs five shillings ; tobacco which could profitably be sold at twopence a ...
... imagination . He prides himself on his immunity from vexatious imposts . Yet whisky , the best quality of which is worth tenpence a bottle , is taxed till it costs five shillings ; tobacco which could profitably be sold at twopence a ...
68 psl.
... imagination of a child's heart is unclean , but because she wishes to make all of us - schoolmasters and mistresses - sit up and take stock of our own position in the matter . It is we who are to blame , it seems . Instead of keeping to ...
... imagination of a child's heart is unclean , but because she wishes to make all of us - schoolmasters and mistresses - sit up and take stock of our own position in the matter . It is we who are to blame , it seems . Instead of keeping to ...
70 psl.
... imaginative lonely child of thirteen who commits suicide because her mistress alternately pets and bullies her , and a young assistant mistress who has to choose between her devotion to the same tyrant and her love for a man . Miss Dane ...
... imaginative lonely child of thirteen who commits suicide because her mistress alternately pets and bullies her , and a young assistant mistress who has to choose between her devotion to the same tyrant and her love for a man . Miss Dane ...
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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...