A Centre of Excellence: Essays Presented to Seymour BetskyRobert Druce Rodopi, 1987 - 216 من الصفحات |
المحتوى
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Martin Chuzzlewit A Great Bad | 43 |
The Return of Joseph Jefferson Jackson | 89 |
Lawrence and Cézanne | 104 |
Man the Machine and a Radiant Fool | 127 |
Popular Culture and the Meaning of Feeling | 145 |
The Livingnes of Literature | 173 |
Life and Thought | 189 |
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American Annunciations artist baseball Boris Ford called Cambridge criticism Cambridge English Catherine Cathy Cézanne Cézanne's Charlotte Brontë civilization cliché course culture D.H. Lawrence D.W. Winnicott death Dickens Emily Brontë emotions English Literature essay F.R. Leavis fact feelings fiction flesh genre Geoffrey Hill's Hamlet Hareton Heath Robinson Heathcliff hermeneutics Hill Horatio human I.A. Richards imagination implication important kind language Lawrence's Leavis Leavis's Linton literary criticism living look machine Mansfield Forbes Mark Twain Martin Chuzzlewit meaning moral myth narration narrative nature novel painting passionate perhaps phrase play players Poe's poem poet poetry Practical Criticism present problem psychoanalysis reader reading Richards Scene Scrutiny seems sense sexual Shakespeare social Socratic dialogue soliloquy speech story structure suggest tale tell thought Tinguely Tinguely's tion tradition Tripos truth Ulanov understanding woman women words writing Wuthering Heights
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الصفحة 22 - I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of Imagination— What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth— whether it existed before or not...
الصفحة 35 - changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath — a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff — he's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to 73 myself — but as my own being...
الصفحة 2 - Will sate itself in a celestial bed, And prey on garbage. But, soft! methinks, I scent the morning air; Brief let me be: — Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment...
الصفحة 13 - Are here arrived, give order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view ; And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, How these things came about : so shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts ; Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause ; And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventors' heads : all this can I Truly deliver.
الصفحة 21 - ... different in detail from this — although there was a certain similarity in general outline. Presently I took a candle, and, seating myself at the other end of the room, proceeded to scrutinize the parchment more closely. Upon turning it over, I saw my own sketch upon the reverse, just as I had made it. My first idea, now, was mere surprise at the really remarkable similarity of outline — at the singular coincidence involved in the fact that unknown to...
الصفحة 42 - I lingered round them under that benign sky, watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
الصفحة 13 - God, Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity a while And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain To tell my story.
الصفحة 38 - Disturbed her? No! she has disturbed me, night and day, through eighteen years — incessantly — remorselessly — till yesternight; and yesternight I was tranquil. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.
الصفحة 11 - Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep: methought I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, And praised be rashness for it, let us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will — Hor.: That is most certain.
الصفحة 36 - Pray don't imagine that he conceals depths of benevolence and affection beneath a stern exterior ! He's not a rough diamond — a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic ; he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.
