The Bookman, Volumen33Dodd, Mead and Company, 1911 |
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... literary product . On the other hand , any details that we may learn about a writer's mental processes are not only interesting but important ; and from this side very little has been written about Mr. Phillips . One er- roneous idea ...
... literary product . On the other hand , any details that we may learn about a writer's mental processes are not only interesting but important ; and from this side very little has been written about Mr. Phillips . One er- roneous idea ...
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... literary , " in the laudatory connotation of the term . It is considered difficult to invent a devil with horns and ... literary " to set forth a five o'clock tea given by a guinea - hen whereas ( presumably ) it would not be " literary ...
... literary , " in the laudatory connotation of the term . It is considered difficult to invent a devil with horns and ... literary " to set forth a five o'clock tea given by a guinea - hen whereas ( presumably ) it would not be " literary ...
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... literary , than plays which repro- duce the natural . In the infancy of the human race , as in the infancy of every individual ( for the mental history of each of us repeats the mental history of man- kind ) , all stories were ...
... literary , than plays which repro- duce the natural . In the infancy of the human race , as in the infancy of every individual ( for the mental history of each of us repeats the mental history of man- kind ) , all stories were ...
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... literary art . A greater literary imagi- A greater literary imagi- nation is displayed in these bare , undeco- rative lines of the first act of The Thun- derbolt- " Ah , Heath , the dining- room- ! " " Yes , Mr. Elkin , that's over ...
... literary art . A greater literary imagi- A greater literary imagi- nation is displayed in these bare , undeco- rative lines of the first act of The Thun- derbolt- " Ah , Heath , the dining- room- ! " " Yes , Mr. Elkin , that's over ...
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... literary composition is enhanced in the theatre by the picturesqueness of its presentation . The presence on the stage of half a hundred children , the delicate effects of colour in the costumes and the scenery , the subtle ...
... literary composition is enhanced in the theatre by the picturesqueness of its presentation . The presence on the stage of half a hundred children , the delicate effects of colour in the costumes and the scenery , the subtle ...
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Página 356 - For Man's grim Justice goes its way, And will not swerve aside: It slays the weak, it slays the strong, It has a deadly stride: With iron heel it slays the strong, The monstrous parricide! We waited for the stroke of eight: Each tongue was thick with thirst: For the stroke of eight is the stroke of Fate That makes a man accursed, And Fate will use a running noose, For the best man and the worst.
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Página 75 - If, because of the immense fame of the following Tragedy, I wished to acquaint myself with it, and could only do so by the help of a translator, I should require him to be literal at every cost save that of absolute violence to our language.
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Página 359 - Oh, God! it made me quake to see Such sense within the slain! But when I touch'd the lifeless clay, The blood gush'd out amain! For every clot, a burning spot, Was scorching in my brain! 'My head was like an ardent coal, My heart...
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