What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
absolute actors actual art of fiction artistic Brander Matthews Bull Durham chapter concrete convey critic culmination delineation depict distinction drama dramatist Edgar Allan Poe element of action emotion emphasis employed entire epic essay exhibit experience feel fiction-writer George Eliot Guy de Maupassant happen Hawthorne Henry James hero imagined facts incidents individual intellect interest intimate Jane Austen Kipling Kipling's Ligeia logical look Markheim Master of Ballantrae materials matter Maupassant merely methods of fiction mind mood moral narrated narrative effect nature novel novelette novelist omniscience outset passage person phases philosophic plot point of view present prose purpose reader realist represent Robert Louis Stevenson romantic sake Scarlet Letter scene sense sentence series of events short-story single sort stand Stevenson story structure style suggest tale technical tell Thackeray thing thought tion tive told truths of human unity Victor Hugo vivid words writer of fiction written
Page 26 - Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame ; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame ; But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
Page 203 - That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Page 113 - It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate, its capacity for sorrowful impression ; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling...
Page 47 - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphinchamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singingman of Windsor; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.
Page 82 - I WAS ever of opinion that the honest man who married and brought up a large family did more service than he who continued single and only talked of population.
Page 140 - TRUE ! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am ; but why will you say that I am mad ? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad ? Hearken ! and observe how healthily, bow calmly, I can tell you the whole story.
Page 148 - No more firing was heard at Brussels — the pursuit rolled miles away. Darkness came down on the field and city : and Amelia was praying for George, who was lying on his face, dead, with a bullet through his heart.
Page 193 - I cannot, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia.
Page 5 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.