The Advance of the American Short StoryDodd, Mead, 1923 - 302 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 25.
6. lappuse
... less founded upon a truth , though not always upon a necessary truth . The heresy of types , by which I mean the American passion for drawing charac- ters who take protective coloration from a monot- onous gray 467 THE ADVANCE OF THE.
... less founded upon a truth , though not always upon a necessary truth . The heresy of types , by which I mean the American passion for drawing charac- ters who take protective coloration from a monot- onous gray 467 THE ADVANCE OF THE.
17. lappuse
... passion to remain provincial . If the experiment of fusion is to go on , the chief literary interpretation of the races to one another is certain to be neither in poetry , which the Ameri- can public either ignores or regards ...
... passion to remain provincial . If the experiment of fusion is to go on , the chief literary interpretation of the races to one another is certain to be neither in poetry , which the Ameri- can public either ignores or regards ...
47. lappuse
... passion of dusty grief imposed its will upon them all , and he was its instrument . We find that ab- stract passion later symbolized in The Birthmark and elsewhere , though I suspect that Hawthorne was unconscious of his personal ...
... passion of dusty grief imposed its will upon them all , and he was its instrument . We find that ab- stract passion later symbolized in The Birthmark and elsewhere , though I suspect that Hawthorne was unconscious of his personal ...
52. lappuse
... passions , and states of the heart and mind . " 1 After his marriage , he came to realize that the artist must draw on ex- perience to feed his imagination . We know that both he and his wife had a very active dream life , and as dreams ...
... passions , and states of the heart and mind . " 1 After his marriage , he came to realize that the artist must draw on ex- perience to feed his imagination . We know that both he and his wife had a very active dream life , and as dreams ...
55. lappuse
... passions . Hawthorne was solely preoccupied with the drama of conscience . Regarding him from our present standpoint , the discovery may seem commonplace enough , but it was new and almost entirely untried when he published the first ...
... passions . Hawthorne was solely preoccupied with the drama of conscience . Regarding him from our present standpoint , the discovery may seem commonplace enough , but it was new and almost entirely untried when he published the first ...
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