Books and Their WritersG. Richards Limited, 1920 - 343 psl. |
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... readers who write " vulgar rubbish " across a page of Swinnerton , or " the man with the muck - rake " on the title - page of Galsworthy . Writers have to dive deep into the bed of humanity and bring up whatever they find it is only the ...
... readers who write " vulgar rubbish " across a page of Swinnerton , or " the man with the muck - rake " on the title - page of Galsworthy . Writers have to dive deep into the bed of humanity and bring up whatever they find it is only the ...
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... reader , at any rate , it has had the effect of wishing for more so strongly that , in spite of the generous fare of 464 closely printed pages given in this volume , he prays night and day that Mr Douglas may continue for the rest of ...
... reader , at any rate , it has had the effect of wishing for more so strongly that , in spite of the generous fare of 464 closely printed pages given in this volume , he prays night and day that Mr Douglas may continue for the rest of ...
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... reader in a way that almost shocks one , so real does it sound . It is as if we were held by a vice in the room , compelled to listen to confidences of the most private sort . Eventually Alf and Em go , and Jenny is left at home to look ...
... reader in a way that almost shocks one , so real does it sound . It is as if we were held by a vice in the room , compelled to listen to confidences of the most private sort . Eventually Alf and Em go , and Jenny is left at home to look ...
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... readers of The By- stander and undergraduates generally . It is as well that there should be novelists who exactly suit con- valescents . The authoress of Elizabeth and Her German Garden is one of the best of these : Stephen McKenna is ...
... readers of The By- stander and undergraduates generally . It is as well that there should be novelists who exactly suit con- valescents . The authoress of Elizabeth and Her German Garden is one of the best of these : Stephen McKenna is ...
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... reader . Cyril then saves Violet's life by risking his own , and to his astonishment finds that his ward on her recovery is in love with him , and he marries her , but Myra has the last word . " I'm too independent for you , Cyril : you ...
... reader . Cyril then saves Violet's life by risking his own , and to his astonishment finds that his ward on her recovery is in love with him , and he marries her , but Myra has the last word . " I'm too independent for you , Cyril : you ...
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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...