Oscar Wilde, a Critical StudyM. Secker, 1912 - 212 strán (strany) |
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Strana 16
... look at books and life together as at a portrait of an artist by himself , and to read , as well as we may , between the touches of the brush . It is not that there is profit in trying to turn works of art into biographical data ...
... look at books and life together as at a portrait of an artist by himself , and to read , as well as we may , between the touches of the brush . It is not that there is profit in trying to turn works of art into biographical data ...
Strana 21
Arthur Ransome. to save his play from being hissed . Now , look- ing back on that time , his enemies seem to have faded away , tired ghosts , and he to be alone upon the stage laying about him on backs of air . So far was the Elizabethan ...
Arthur Ransome. to save his play from being hissed . Now , look- ing back on that time , his enemies seem to have faded away , tired ghosts , and he to be alone upon the stage laying about him on backs of air . So far was the Elizabethan ...
Strana 29
... look- ing across his sister's death - bed through an open window on a summer day , and Wilde , thinking of " All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust , She that was young and fair Fallen to dust , " felt the fingers of death ...
... look- ing across his sister's death - bed through an open window on a summer day , and Wilde , thinking of " All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust , She that was young and fair Fallen to dust , " felt the fingers of death ...
Strana 46
... of his poems . It is hardly enough to explain the sale of five editions of a book of verse . I think we may look for another reason of the book's popularity in the fact that Wilde , so far from inventing 46 OSCAR WILDE.
... of his poems . It is hardly enough to explain the sale of five editions of a book of verse . I think we may look for another reason of the book's popularity in the fact that Wilde , so far from inventing 46 OSCAR WILDE.
Strana 58
... look well . That is the precise sentiment of those who seek " to discover the proper temper in which a triolet should be written . " It was his whenever he wished . But , though he could recapture the mood , and assume again the ...
... look well . That is the precise sentiment of those who seek " to discover the proper temper in which a triolet should be written . " It was his whenever he wished . But , though he could recapture the mood , and assume again the ...
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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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Strana 42 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Strana 162 - And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said.
Strana 44 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Strana 44 - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers...
Strana 27 - History may be formed from permanent monuments and records ; but lives can only be written from personal knowledge, which is growing every day less, and in a short time is lost forever.
Strana 44 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Strana 47 - ... unsupported by a sound sense, or where the same sense might have been conveyed with equal force and dignity in plainer words. Lute, harp, and lyre; Muse, Muses, and inspirations ; Pegasus, Parnassus, and Hippocrene were all an abomination to him. In fancy I can almost hear him now, exclaiming "Harp? Harp? Lyre? Pen and ink, boy, you mean! Muse, boy, Muse? Your nurse's daughter, you mean! Pierian spring? Oh aye! The cloister-pump, I suppose!
Strana 194 - The chief advantage that would result from the establishment of Socialism is, undoubtedly, the fact that Socialism would relieve us from that sordid necessity of living for others which, in the present condition of things, presses so hardly upon almost everybody.
Strana 191 - SONNET TO LIBERTY NOT that I love thy children, whose dull eyes . See nothing save their own unlovely woe, Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know, — But that the roar of thy Democracies, Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies, Mirror my wildest passions like the sea And give my rage a brother...
Strana 159 - We tore the tarry rope to shreds With blunt and bleeding nails; We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors, And cleaned the shining rails: And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank, And clattered with the pails. We sewed the sacks, we broke the stones, We turned the dusty drill: We banged the tins, and bawled the hymns, And sweated on the mill: But in the heart of every man Terror was lying still.