Books and Their WritersG. Richards Limited, 1920 - 343 psl. |
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... nature , the happiest delineations of its varieties , the liveliest effusions of wit and humour , are conveyed to the world in the best chosen language . " I I INTRODUCTORY HAVE lately read a book by W. CALIFORNIA PART I: NOVELISTS AND ...
... nature , the happiest delineations of its varieties , the liveliest effusions of wit and humour , are conveyed to the world in the best chosen language . " I I INTRODUCTORY HAVE lately read a book by W. CALIFORNIA PART I: NOVELISTS AND ...
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... Nature's great interpreters - and I am not sure that he is not 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 ...
... Nature's great interpreters - and I am not sure that he is not 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 ...
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... nature and unprecedented dimensions , because he was detected while trying to poison the rhinoceros at the Zoo with an arsenical bun , because he strangled his mistress , because he addressed an almost disrespectful letter to the ...
... nature and unprecedented dimensions , because he was detected while trying to poison the rhinoceros at the Zoo with an arsenical bun , because he strangled his mistress , because he addressed an almost disrespectful letter to the ...
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... nature , yet struggling with herself all the time , believes that it is all no use as he didn't love her as she wanted him to . In the end he tells her quickly the story of his life . " I picked up a girl in London when I was twenty ...
... nature , yet struggling with herself all the time , believes that it is all no use as he didn't love her as she wanted him to . In the end he tells her quickly the story of his life . " I picked up a girl in London when I was twenty ...
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... nature of it all , and between ourselves I don't let that distress me as much as an artist in life should . " I feel drawn to people who keep engagement books of this sort : April 30th , oysters go out of season ; " who make epigrams ...
... nature of it all , and between ourselves I don't let that distress me as much as an artist in life should . " I feel drawn to people who keep engagement books of this sort : April 30th , oysters go out of season ; " who make epigrams ...
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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...