Sidelights on American LiteratureCentury Company, 1922 - 342 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 24
Page 42
... tell me ye was the cook ? I was near turnin ' ye down for bein ' one of thim foreign counts . " " Intellectually brilliant as all this may be , however , one must not forget that it concerns only the ex- ternals of short story art . The ...
... tell me ye was the cook ? I was near turnin ' ye down for bein ' one of thim foreign counts . " " Intellectually brilliant as all this may be , however , one must not forget that it concerns only the ex- ternals of short story art . The ...
Page 43
... tell us that a large man with a ruby stick - pin had followed her up all the way from Fourteenth Street . Or this : Masie was beautiful . She was a deep - tinted blonde , with the calm poise of a lady who cooks butter The Age of O. Henry ...
... tell us that a large man with a ruby stick - pin had followed her up all the way from Fourteenth Street . Or this : Masie was beautiful . She was a deep - tinted blonde , with the calm poise of a lady who cooks butter The Age of O. Henry ...
Page 48
... telling hilarity . The tales are brief - 2500 words the later ones average - and they follow each other in rapid - fire order like a round of good ones at a commercial travelers ' convention . He is familiar with his reader , asks his ...
... telling hilarity . The tales are brief - 2500 words the later ones average - and they follow each other in rapid - fire order like a round of good ones at a commercial travelers ' convention . He is familiar with his reader , asks his ...
Page 80
... to be a gentleman is to classify one's self . Is the surgeon who cuts cruelly in order to save , is he a boor ? May not a diagnostician tell in perfect calmness and in all gentleness facts about your 80 Side - Lights on American Literature.
... to be a gentleman is to classify one's self . Is the surgeon who cuts cruelly in order to save , is he a boor ? May not a diagnostician tell in perfect calmness and in all gentleness facts about your 80 Side - Lights on American Literature.
Page 90
... tell in his novels the living people from the corpses save that the corpses are more lively . It is not true : it is farce , pure and simple , and not criticism , but " it is what you must write if you are to be read in these days ...
... tell in his novels the living people from the corpses save that the corpses are more lively . It is not true : it is farce , pure and simple , and not criticism , but " it is what you must write if you are to be read in these days ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
adventure American literature amid Artemus Ward atmosphere ballads beauty became become blank verse Bret Harte Bryant called century characters critic death dream early Emily Brontë England epic everywhere eyes father fiction forests Freneau German H. L. Mencken Harte Haunted Hawthorne heart Henry Henry Louis Mencken human humor imagination Jack London journalist Kipling land later literary lived Longfellow magazine Mark Twain Martin Eden material Mencken ment muse nature never Nietzsche night novel once opening original period Philip Freneau poem poet poetic prophet Puritan reader romance romanticism Sarah Orne Jewett short story song soul South spirit stanza strange struggle thee theme things thrill tion to-day true truth ture Uhland Ulalume verse vision voice volumes West whole wild Wilkins Wilse words Wordsworth write written wrote young
Popular passages
Page 312 - In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye!
Page 32 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
Page 233 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 241 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Page 301 - Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon ; Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon ! 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrow shall assuage ; " Our Father and our Saviour live : Christ is the same through every age.
Page 312 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 130 - My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word to make you hear, to make you feel it is, before all, to make you see . That - and no more, and it is everything.
Page 143 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception— which is truth.
Page 311 - The hills, Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round all Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.