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Pagina 4
... straight line , but they run into and dovetail with each other . After a school of art has fairly died out , there have ever been , and it would seem there ever will be , some anxious to revive it 4 NOVELS AND NOVELISTS .
... straight line , but they run into and dovetail with each other . After a school of art has fairly died out , there have ever been , and it would seem there ever will be , some anxious to revive it 4 NOVELS AND NOVELISTS .
Pagina 5
... dying cause , " and who , though they can discern no beauty wherefore they should love it in the fresh glow of vigorous life , are touched and subdued by the fascinating gentleness of death . ( 7 ) CHAPTER I. ROBERT GREENE . Our of ...
... dying cause , " and who , though they can discern no beauty wherefore they should love it in the fresh glow of vigorous life , are touched and subdued by the fascinating gentleness of death . ( 7 ) CHAPTER I. ROBERT GREENE . Our of ...
Pagina 4
... straight line , but they run into and dovetail with each other . After a school of art has fairly died out , there have ever been , and it would seem > there ever will be , some anxious to revive it 4 NOVELS AND NOVELISTS .
... straight line , but they run into and dovetail with each other . After a school of art has fairly died out , there have ever been , and it would seem > there ever will be , some anxious to revive it 4 NOVELS AND NOVELISTS .
Pagina 7
... died in the year of our Lord , 1592 , -so his life was not a long one . But , short as it was , he managed to achieve a vast amount of work , and to taste of deep , poignant misery , and of some joy , also , let us hope ! The list of ...
... died in the year of our Lord , 1592 , -so his life was not a long one . But , short as it was , he managed to achieve a vast amount of work , and to taste of deep , poignant misery , and of some joy , also , let us hope ! The list of ...
Pagina 10
... dying penitent through nigh three hundred years , for just twelve short months more of existence . Poor wretch ! struggling into death without hope - with a heart yearning for that which might have been ! The man , too , is no stranger ...
... dying penitent through nigh three hundred years , for just twelve short months more of existence . Poor wretch ! struggling into death without hope - with a heart yearning for that which might have been ! The man , too , is no stranger ...
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Novels and Novelists: From Elizabeth to Victoria, Volume 1 John Cordy Jeaffreson Volledige weergave - 1858 |
Novels and Novelists: From Elizabeth to Victoria, Volume 1 John Cordy Jeaffreson Volledige weergave - 1858 |
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acquaintance admiration amongst Aphara appeared Atalantis authoress beauty Beckford Burney called character Charles child court daughter dear death delight died England English eyes father favour fiction Fielding Fielding's fortune Francesco genius gentleman girl Godwin Goldsmith heart Henry Fielding Holcroft honour Horace Walpole humour husband Isabel Johnson Jonathan Wild lady letters literary literature lived London Lord Madame d'Arblay married Mary means Memoirs mind Miss moral mother nature never novel Old English Baron Oliver Goldsmith Oroonoko passion political poor published reader respect Richardson Rivella Robert Bage Robert Greene Sir Walter Scott sisters Smollett society Sterne story taste thee thou thought tion Tom Jones took Tristram Shandy Vathek virtues wife William Beckford William Godwin woman women write wrote young
Populaire passages
Pagina 81 - A True Relation of the Apparition of one Mrs. Veal, the next Day after her Death, to one Mrs Bargrave, at Canterbury, the 8th of September 1705...
Pagina 62 - But, during the latter part of the seventeenth century, the culture of the female mind seems to have been almost entirely neglected. If a damsel had the least smattering of literature, she was regarded as a prodigy. Ladies highly born, highly bred, and naturally...
Pagina 154 - Thy towering spirit now is broke, Thy neck is bended to the yoke. What foreign arms could never quell, By civil rage and rancour fell. The rural pipe and merry lay No more shall cheer the happy day : No social scenes of gay delight Beguile the dreary winter night : No strains, but those of sorrow flow, And nought be heard but sounds of woe, While the pale phantoms of the slain Glide nightly o'er the silent plain.
Pagina 215 - I'll not hurt a hair of thy head: Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and...
Pagina 199 - Talking of widows — pray, Eliza, if ever you are such, do not think of giving yourself to some wealthy Nabob, because I design to marry you myself. My wife cannot live long, and I know not the woman I should like so well for her substitute as yourself. 'Tis true I am ninety-five in constitution, and you but twenty-five ; but what I want in youth, I will make up in wit and good-humour.
Pagina 202 - I come off conqueror my spirits are fled 'tis a bad omen do not weep my dear Lady — your tears are too precious to shed for me bottle them up, and may the cork never be drawn. Dearest, kindest, gentlest, and best of women ! may health, peace, and happiness prove your handmaids. If I die, cherish the remembrance of me, and forget the follies which you so often condemn'd which my heart, not my head betray'd me into.
Pagina 139 - Will you not allow, Sir, that he draws very natural pictures of human life?" JOHNSON : " Why, Sir, it is of very low life. Richardson used to say, that had he not known who Fielding was, he should have believed he was an ostler. Sir, there is more knowledge of the heart in one letter of Richardson's, than in all 'Tom Jones.' I, indeed, never read 'Joseph Andrews.
Pagina 9 - How am I crost, or whence is this curse ? Even from hence, the men that should employ such as I am, are enamoured of their own wits...
Pagina 47 - Hill; it stood on a vast rock of white marble, at the foot of which the river ran a vast depth down, and not to be descended on that side; the little waves still dashing and washing the foot of this rock, made the softest murmurs and purlings in the world...
Pagina 71 - He is a middle-sized, spare man, about forty years old, of a brown complexion and darkbrown coloured hair, but wears a wig ; a hooked nose, a sharp chin, grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth...