Oscar Wilde, a Critical StudyM. Secker, 1912 - 212 strán (strany) |
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Strana 13
... poet or painter passes away , arrive at the house along with the undertaker , and forget that their one duty is to behave as mutes . But we won't talk about them , " he continues . " They are the mere body - snatchers of literature ...
... poet or painter passes away , arrive at the house along with the undertaker , and forget that their one duty is to behave as mutes . But we won't talk about them , " he continues . " They are the mere body - snatchers of literature ...
Strana 15
... poetry , of which we can only say that it is cunningly made and that it has a secret . Why do we try to pierce the ... poet tells us that a sonnet was composed " on West- minster Bridge , " or " suggested by Mr. Westell's views of ...
... poetry , of which we can only say that it is cunningly made and that it has a secret . Why do we try to pierce the ... poet tells us that a sonnet was composed " on West- minster Bridge , " or " suggested by Mr. Westell's views of ...
Strana 20
... poetry , it was very easy . It is characteristic of great men that , born out of their time , they should come to represent it . Victor Hugo , in 1830 , was a young man irreverently trying to overturn established tradi- tion . He had to ...
... poetry , it was very easy . It is characteristic of great men that , born out of their time , they should come to represent it . Victor Hugo , in 1830 , was a young man irreverently trying to overturn established tradi- tion . He had to ...
Strana 21
... poetry parodied , his person not kindly caricatured , and , even when his plays won popular applause , this hostility against him was only smothered , not choked . His disaster ungagged it , and few men have been sent to perdition with ...
... poetry parodied , his person not kindly caricatured , and , even when his plays won popular applause , this hostility against him was only smothered , not choked . His disaster ungagged it , and few men have been sent to perdition with ...
Strana 24
... poetry as without significance . He left no form of literature exactly as he found it . He brought back to the English stage a spirit of comedy that had been for many years in mourn- ing . He wrote a romantic play which necessi- tated a ...
... poetry as without significance . He left no form of literature exactly as he found it . He brought back to the English stage a spirit of comedy that had been for many years in mourn- ing . He wrote a romantic play which necessi- tated a ...
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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.