The Writer, 40. sējumsWriter, Incorporated, 1928 |
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9. lappuse
... Bible , that secret , sacred book that tells everyone's age on the front leaf . I can't picture my painfully lean aunt gleefully fat at sixteen ! Yet there she stands in her tintype taken at Coney Island . [ 9 ] The Writer.
... Bible , that secret , sacred book that tells everyone's age on the front leaf . I can't picture my painfully lean aunt gleefully fat at sixteen ! Yet there she stands in her tintype taken at Coney Island . [ 9 ] The Writer.
17. lappuse
... picture - cards , my boy ! You need not make mouths at the public because it has not accepted you at your own fancy - valuation . ― Technical Poetry Critique By ROBERT HILLYER A REGULAR department of [ 17 ] The Writer.
... picture - cards , my boy ! You need not make mouths at the public because it has not accepted you at your own fancy - valuation . ― Technical Poetry Critique By ROBERT HILLYER A REGULAR department of [ 17 ] The Writer.
19. lappuse
... picture is scarcely less un- pleasant than the charge made against Mrs. Shelley ( she denied it ) that she had used her dead husband's mummified heart as a book - mark . And , finally , we know that the shelf was only included to ...
... picture is scarcely less un- pleasant than the charge made against Mrs. Shelley ( she denied it ) that she had used her dead husband's mummified heart as a book - mark . And , finally , we know that the shelf was only included to ...
21. lappuse
... picture of life dur- ing the last half of the nineteenth cen- tury , came directly from such informa- tion as I possessed . It has been enjoyed by people whose personal memory runs . back much farther than mine . One re- viewer even ...
... picture of life dur- ing the last half of the nineteenth cen- tury , came directly from such informa- tion as I possessed . It has been enjoyed by people whose personal memory runs . back much farther than mine . One re- viewer even ...
23. lappuse
... picture looks to them just as good as the one by the fellow who has been pegging away at creative art for years . At the same time the commercial artist admits he just did the picture on the side . Well , the picture may be as good , in ...
... picture looks to them just as good as the one by the fellow who has been pegging away at creative art for years . At the same time the commercial artist admits he just did the picture on the side . Well , the picture may be as good , in ...
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19. lappuse - MY soul, sit thou a patient looker-on; Judge not the play before the play is done : Her plot hath many changes ; every day Speaks a new scene ; the last act crowns the play.
214. lappuse - O western wind, when wilt thou blow, That the small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again!
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165. lappuse - Genevieve in my student days, I have wished that I could try something a little like that in prose; something without accent, with none of the artificial elements of composition.
178. lappuse - I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartanlike as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account...
104. lappuse - 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.
79. lappuse - I should like to strip the novel of every element that does not specifically belong to the novel. Just as photography in the past freed painting from its concern for a certain sort of accuracy, so the phonograph will eventually no doubt rid the novel of the kind of dialogue which is drawn from the life and which realists take so much pride in. Outward events, accidents, traumatisms, belong to the cinema. The novel should leave them to it.