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... deal of money by writing a book without style or beauty , a mere narrative to amuse , and knows at the same time that if he should give three , five , or ten years to the production of a really good book , he would probably starve to ...
... deal of money by writing a book without style or beauty , a mere narrative to amuse , and knows at the same time that if he should give three , five , or ten years to the production of a really good book , he would probably starve to ...
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... deal with the same theme , but which have not yet obtained the approbation of great critics or of a great public opinion . Those books which have obtained both are not so many in number as you might suppose . Each great civilization has ...
... deal with the same theme , but which have not yet obtained the approbation of great critics or of a great public opinion . Those books which have obtained both are not so many in number as you might suppose . Each great civilization has ...
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... deal for you , should you use them properly . Among later Greek work , work done in the decline of the old civilization , there is one masterpiece that the world will never become tired of - I mentioned it before , the story of ...
... deal for you , should you use them properly . Among later Greek work , work done in the decline of the old civilization , there is one masterpiece that the world will never become tired of - I mentioned it before , the story of ...
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... deal in translation ; and I can only recommend the French prose version of him ; the English versions of Browning and Lazarus and others are often weak . Some years ago a series of extraordinary translations of Heine appeared in ...
... deal in translation ; and I can only recommend the French prose version of him ; the English versions of Browning and Lazarus and others are often weak . Some years ago a series of extraordinary translations of Heine appeared in ...
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... deal with people , to observe all their actions , and to fill himself with every possible experience of active life ... deal with active life . On the contrary , poetry is especially the art of soli- tude . Poetry requires a great deal ...
... deal with people , to observe all their actions , and to fill himself with every possible experience of active life ... deal with active life . On the contrary , poetry is especially the art of soli- tude . Poetry requires a great deal ...
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Page 276 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 271 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 39 - ... as an Arab Of thy beloved. Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Flits across her bosom young, Of a joy apart from thee, Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture's hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem. Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; Heartily know, When half-gods go. The gods arrive.
Page 303 - NATURE. As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more ; 60 Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest...
Page 205 - How's my boy, my boy? And unless you let me know, I'll swear you are no sailor, Blue jacket or no, Brass buttons or no, sailor, Anchor and crown or no! "Sure his ship was the 'Jolly Briton'"— "Speak low, woman, speak low!" " And why should I speak low, sailor, About my own boy John? If I was loud as I am proud, I'd sing him over the town. Why should I speak low, sailor?
Page 354 - THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead ; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
Page 272 - The joys of earth and air are thine entire, That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly; And when thy poppy works, thou dost retire To thy carved acorn-bed to lie. Up with the day, the sun thou welcom'st then, Sport'st in the gilt plaits of his beams; And all these merry days mak'st merry men, Thyself, and melancholy streams.
Page 317 - ... the sleeve Away from the merry bands, To old men playing at cards With a twinkling of ancient hands. The bread and the wine had a doom, For these were the host of the air; He sat and played in a dream Of her long dim hair.
Page 197 - How many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new-fall'n year, Whose white and sable hours appear The latest flake of Eternity : So many times do I love thee, dear.
Page 277 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Alike reserved to blame, or to commend, A timorous foe, and a suspicious friend...