The Writer, 40. sējumsWriter, Incorporated, 1928 |
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15. lappuse
... thought by the persons most concerned by Moy Gae's death . Outwardly , business is go- ing on as usual ; but when we are made acquainted with what is going on in the minds of Mr. Charlie Lee , Lo - Ban Gow , Joe Chang - Li , and the ...
... thought by the persons most concerned by Moy Gae's death . Outwardly , business is go- ing on as usual ; but when we are made acquainted with what is going on in the minds of Mr. Charlie Lee , Lo - Ban Gow , Joe Chang - Li , and the ...
16. lappuse
... thought it best not to send . It is not fair to single out one for such sharp advice , where there are hundreds that are in need of it . - Dear Sir , You seem to be some- what , but not a great deal , wiser than I was at your age . I ...
... thought it best not to send . It is not fair to single out one for such sharp advice , where there are hundreds that are in need of it . - Dear Sir , You seem to be some- what , but not a great deal , wiser than I was at your age . I ...
17. lappuse
... thought you worth shelling , and strung the kernel of your cleverest poem - then , and not till then , you may consider the presumption against you , from the fact of your rhyming tendency , as called in question , and let our friends ...
... thought you worth shelling , and strung the kernel of your cleverest poem - then , and not till then , you may consider the presumption against you , from the fact of your rhyming tendency , as called in question , and let our friends ...
18. lappuse
... thoughts are like butterflies , " a simile , a comparison . Another , " My thoughts are butterflies , " a metaphor to ... thought but ne'er SO well expressed . " Thomas Hardy's " Young Man's Epigram on Existence " is one of these , and ...
... thoughts are like butterflies , " a simile , a comparison . Another , " My thoughts are butterflies , " a metaphor to ... thought but ne'er SO well expressed . " Thomas Hardy's " Young Man's Epigram on Existence " is one of these , and ...
19. lappuse
... thought , skill , and balance ; but being a definition , it demands the utmost polish for its full effect . Here is another : Friendship is a single tone Struck at random by two hearts , Neither one could sing alone For the chord ...
... thought , skill , and balance ; but being a definition , it demands the utmost polish for its full effect . Here is another : Friendship is a single tone Struck at random by two hearts , Neither one could sing alone For the chord ...
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178. lappuse - I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
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.