Pen and Ink: Twelve Practical Talks on the Art of Writing English ProseJ.M. Dent & Sons, 1925 - 248 стор. |
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Pen and Ink: Twelve Practical Talks on the Art of Writing English Prose Guy Noel Pocock Повний перегляд - 1925 |
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Apollyon atmosphere ballad beautiful began birds Bishop Bishop of Hereford boat Boots called Captain Cook CHAPTER characters charity choose clear Conrad courage Dauber diary dramatic E. V. Lucas eggs English essay expression eyes feel fire funny G. K. Chesterton Ginger give greatest humour imagination infinite insight instance John Galsworthy Joseph Conrad Julius Cæsar King Kipling Kipling's language laugh letter live London Long John Silver look Lord matter means mind never night observation once one's paragraph passage Pepys phrase pinnace play plot poem poetry précis prose Robert Lynd Robin Hood scene sense sentence Shakespeare ship shoes shore short story slang sound speak strong style talk tell thee things thought told tragedy true Verreker verse W. H. Hudson Walpe wild wind wonderful writing written
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Сторінка 42 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Сторінка 64 - Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy: when I fall, I shall arise...
Сторінка 113 - I had exhausted all the art of pleasing which a retired and uncourtly scholar can possess. I had done all that I could; and no man is well pleased to have his all neglected, be it ever so little.
Сторінка 24 - Ho ! gunners, fire a loud salute : ho ! gallants, draw your blades : Thou sun, shine on her joyously ; ye breezes, waft her wide ; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride.
Сторінка 24 - For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells.
Сторінка 25 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone ; it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Сторінка 171 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone, She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan.
Сторінка 23 - Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
Сторінка 154 - ... ready to perish for hunger and destitution, yet not asking one penny for relief, which to me appeared a stranger sight than any I had yet beheld.
Сторінка 171 - And the harvest's done. 1 see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too.