Oscar Wilde, a Critical StudyM. Secker, 1912 - 212 strán (strany) |
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Strana 45
... painted portico Trembled before our stern ambassadors " ; and the suggestion , certainly not personal to Wilde , but chosen for its fitness to the poet of whom he is thinking- " that Luxury With barren merchandise piles up the gate ...
... painted portico Trembled before our stern ambassadors " ; and the suggestion , certainly not personal to Wilde , but chosen for its fitness to the poet of whom he is thinking- " that Luxury With barren merchandise piles up the gate ...
Strana 62
... paint- ing , whose spirit was less hidden by clear and insistent letter , a vivifying principle , stood , not only for a new kind of painting , but for a new attitude towards art in general , and then for a new attitude towards life ...
... paint- ing , whose spirit was less hidden by clear and insistent letter , a vivifying principle , stood , not only for a new kind of painting , but for a new attitude towards art in general , and then for a new attitude towards life ...
Strana 63
... paintings what is best known as the Pre - Raphaelite woman , long - necked , and pomegranate lipped . Nature , as Wilde was never - tired of insisting , is assiduous in her imitation of - art , and , when Sir Coutts Lindsay opened the ...
... paintings what is best known as the Pre - Raphaelite woman , long - necked , and pomegranate lipped . Nature , as Wilde was never - tired of insisting , is assiduous in her imitation of - art , and , when Sir Coutts Lindsay opened the ...
Strana 65
... painted by little girls . He began to take himself more and more seriously - no doubt Punch's caricatures had helped him , and he was alone in America , far from the facts and was able to tell his listeners " how it first came to me at ...
... painted by little girls . He began to take himself more and more seriously - no doubt Punch's caricatures had helped him , and he was alone in America , far from the facts and was able to tell his listeners " how it first came to me at ...
Strana 69
... paint in the public's face . On one or two occasions Americans were rude to him . But he spoke with such courtesy and such obvious benevolence that more often they were content to pay their dollars , listen to him attentively , stare at ...
... paint in the public's face . On one or two occasions Americans were rude to him . But he spoke with such courtesy and such obvious benevolence that more often they were content to pay their dollars , listen to him attentively , stare at ...
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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.