Oscar Wilde, a Critical StudyM. Secker, 1912 - 212 strán (strany) |
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... Sarah Bernhardt had begun to rehearse it for production at the Palace Theatre . It was first produced in Paris , at the Théâtre de L'Œuvre , in 1896. Lady Windermere's Fan was produced on February 20 , 1892 , by Mr. George Alexander レ ...
... Sarah Bernhardt had begun to rehearse it for production at the Palace Theatre . It was first produced in Paris , at the Théâtre de L'Œuvre , in 1896. Lady Windermere's Fan was produced on February 20 , 1892 , by Mr. George Alexander レ ...
Strana 55
... Sarah Bernhardt , and two to Ellen Terry , Written at the Lyceum Theatre . ' We have an impression of the young man , more elaborately dressed than he can afford , paying extravagant , delightful compliments , and quickly gaining the ...
... Sarah Bernhardt , and two to Ellen Terry , Written at the Lyceum Theatre . ' We have an impression of the young man , more elaborately dressed than he can afford , paying extravagant , delightful compliments , and quickly gaining the ...
Strana 142
... Sarah Bernhardt from playing Salomé at the Palace Theatre . For though Wilde had the secret of a wonderful laughter , he preferred to think of himself as a person with magnificent dreams . He would rather have been a magician than a ...
... Sarah Bernhardt from playing Salomé at the Palace Theatre . For though Wilde had the secret of a wonderful laughter , he preferred to think of himself as a person with magnificent dreams . He would rather have been a magician than a ...
Strana 144
... will - power , that is perfectly hidden in the earlier Salomé . It is surprising to think that Salomé was not written with a view to production . It was only offered to Sarah Bernhardt when she asked Wilde why he 144 OSCAR WILDE.
... will - power , that is perfectly hidden in the earlier Salomé . It is surprising to think that Salomé was not written with a view to production . It was only offered to Sarah Bernhardt when she asked Wilde why he 144 OSCAR WILDE.
Strana 145
Arthur Ransome. offered to Sarah Bernhardt when she asked Wilde why he had not written a play for her . The stage - directions , I am told , set almost in- soluble problems to the manager , whose ideas are limited by the conventions of ...
Arthur Ransome. offered to Sarah Bernhardt when she asked Wilde why he had not written a play for her . The stage - directions , I am told , set almost in- soluble problems to the manager , whose ideas are limited by the conventions of ...
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able admiration æsthete æsthetic amuse André Gide attitude audience Ballad of Reading beautiful better character of Wilde's charming Christ Coleridge colour comedy conversation Critic as Artist curious Decay of Lying decorative delight dialogue Dorian Gray dramatic Duchess of Padua Earnest emotion essay extravagance eyes feeling flowers French genius Greek Green Carnation House of Pomegranates idea imitate impossible intellectual Intentions Lady Windermere's Fan lecture less literature live look Lord Lord Henry Wotton magnificent Marcel Schwob Milton mood never Oscar Wilde painted Paris perhaps personality Picture of Dorian play poem poet poetry possible potential speech Pre-Raphaelite prison Profundis prose published Reading Gaol remember Remy de Gourmont Ross Salomé Sarah Bernhardt sentences Shakespeare sonnet soul Sphinx story Stuart Merrill success suggested talk theatre things thought tion truth verse Wainewright Whistler Wilde wrote Wilde's writing written young
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