Chats about Books: Poets and NovelistsScribner, 1883 - 360 pages |
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... instances in " Middlemarch " and " Daniel Deronda " where , at critical junctures of the narrative , the grasp of the author's thought is thwarted for the ordinary reader by somewhat fantastic references to mediæval or ancient ...
... instances in " Middlemarch " and " Daniel Deronda " where , at critical junctures of the narrative , the grasp of the author's thought is thwarted for the ordinary reader by somewhat fantastic references to mediæval or ancient ...
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... instance of the mental paralysis induced by a shallow and servile learning than the subjection of the French drama to the unities of time and place . Following Boi- leau with unequal steps , critics who read Seneca in French and ...
... instance of the mental paralysis induced by a shallow and servile learning than the subjection of the French drama to the unities of time and place . Following Boi- leau with unequal steps , critics who read Seneca in French and ...
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... she would master us - must be freighted with our nearest hopes , and speak to our liveliest sympathies . It is probable , for instance , that an English audience would have crowned Phrynichus , and not fined him , 22 Chats about Books .
... she would master us - must be freighted with our nearest hopes , and speak to our liveliest sympathies . It is probable , for instance , that an English audience would have crowned Phrynichus , and not fined him , 22 Chats about Books .
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... instance , was a courtier ; Chaucer was a protégé of princes . Clearly the peculiarities of personal character , the attitude and pressure of individual minds , which some sociologists would have us disregard , are factors indispensable ...
... instance , was a courtier ; Chaucer was a protégé of princes . Clearly the peculiarities of personal character , the attitude and pressure of individual minds , which some sociologists would have us disregard , are factors indispensable ...
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... has sometimes protested against the so - called irregular drama . Ben Jonson , for instance , " Alexandre " and " Les would not countenance it . Plaideurs " are not more dissonant in tone and treatment 30 Chats about Books .
... has sometimes protested against the so - called irregular drama . Ben Jonson , for instance , " Alexandre " and " Les would not countenance it . Plaideurs " are not more dissonant in tone and treatment 30 Chats about Books .
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