Complete Works of Oscar Wilde, Zväzok 8Bigelow, Brown & Company, Incorporated, 1905 |
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allowed Arthur Clifton artist ASCANIO Beatrice beautiful bitter blood bread cell child Christ coming COUNT BARDI course Court dagger DAILY CHRONICLE dead dear death diarrhoea door dreadful DUCHESS Ay DUCHESS GUIDO Duchess of Padua DUKE Duke's eyes face father feel friends give Grace Greek Guido Ferranti GUIDO Nay hand headsman heart heaven horrible kill kiss laugh letter lips live look Lord Cardinal LORD JUSTICE LORD MORANZONE Madam MAFFIO merely mode MORANZONE Ay murder never night noble Orvieto OSCAR WILDE pain passion Philistine pity pleasure poor pray punished READING PRISON realise revenge Robert Sherard Saint James Salomé SECOND CITIZEN SECOND SOLDIER secret seems silence sorrow soul speak strange suffering sweet tarry tell terrible thee thing THIRD CITIZEN THIRD SOLDIER thought TIPSTAFF to-night waiting Wandsworth Prison warder words wretched
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Strana 48 - Action is transitory — a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle — this way or that — "Tis done; and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed: Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And has the nature of infinity.
Strana 82 - There was no pleasure I did not experience. I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine.
Strana 143 - I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
Strana 87 - Christ's place indeed is with the poets. His whole conception of humanity sprang right out of the imagination and can only be realised by it. What God was to the pantheist, man was to him. He was the first to conceive the divided races as a unity. Before his time there had been gods and men...
Strana 47 - What the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought, perversity became to me in the sphere of passion. Desire, at the end, was a malady, or a madness, or both. I grew careless of the lives of others. I took pleasure where it pleased me, and passed on. I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefore what one has done in the secret chamber one has some day to cry aloud on the housetop.
Strana 46 - Drama, novel, poem in prose, poem in rhyme, subtle or fantastic dialogue, whatever I touched, I made beautiful in a new mode of beauty : to truth itself I gave what is false no less than what is true as its rightful province, and showed that the false and the true are merely forms of intellectual existence. I treated art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction. I awoke the imagination of my century so that it created myth and legend around me. I summed up all systems in a phrase...
Strana 176 - The second thing from which a child suffers in prison is hunger. The food that is given to it consists of a piece of usually badly-baked prison bread and a tin of water for breakfast at half -past seven. At twelve o'clock it gets dinner, composed of a tin of coarse Indian meal stirabout; and at half-past five it gets a piece of dry bread and a tin of water for its supper.
Strana 164 - All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death; and three times have I been tried. The first time I left the box to be arrested, the second time to be led back to the house of detention, the third time to pass into a prison for two years. Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me...
Strana 2 - Lugne-Poe ; it is something that at a time of disgrace and shame I should be still regarded as an artist...
Strana 164 - Still, I am conscious now that behind all this beauty, satisfying though it may be, there is some spirit hidden of which the painted forms and shapes are but modes of manifestation, and it is with this spirit that I desire to become in harmony.