Lost LeadersKegan Paul, Trench, 1889 - 226 páginas |
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LOST LEADERS Andrew 1844-1912 Lang,W. Pett (William Pett) D. 1930 Ridge Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Página 45 - Golf is a thoroughly national game; it is as Scotch as haggis, cockie-leekie, high cheek-bones, or rowanberry jam.
Página 32 - His Essays are among the few works that really and literally make life more opulent with accumulated experience, criticism, reflection, humour. He gives of his rich nature, his lavish exuberance of character, out of that fresh and puissant century to this rather weary one. . . . He has at bottom the intense melancholy, the looking forward to the end of all. which is the ground-note of the poetry of Villon, and of Ronsard, as of the prose of Chateaubriand.
Página 34 - There is nothing conclusive about him ; nothing certain save his uncertainty. Neither do many women find a friend in him : his cool detachment rasps their keener sense of intuition ; they arrive at a sufficient truth while he is engaged in testing his instruments. As has been admirably said : " He is a man's author, not a woman's; a tired man's not a fresh man's. We all come to him late indeed, but at last, and rest in his panelled library.
Página 176 - All over the land [in America]," said Andrew Lang, "men are eternally 'swopping stories' at bars, and in the long endless journeys by railway and steamer. How little, comparatively, the English 'swop stories'!
Página 84 - ... lady who, with the curiosity of her sex and nation was dying to meet them both, how Thackeray proposed to change places with Macaulay, each to personate the other, to find, unfortunately, that the historian did not approve of practical jokes ?). They all loved him and he loved them, even grim Carlyle could find nothing worse to say of him than that he was a half-monstrous Cornish giant, but that was after he had reviewed The French Revolution, and Carlyle wrote of him after his death to Emerson...
Página 60 - vulgar,' or 'rudimentary,' or 'middleclass,' but they acknowledge that we are at least entitled to say of it, 'a poor thing, sir, but mine own.
Página 117 - Pickwick Examination Paper is said to be Fountain Court, Temple. diminishing. Pathetic questions are sometimes put. Are we not too much cultivated ? Can this fastidiousness be anything but a casual passing phase of taste ? Are all people over thirty who cling to their Dickens and their Scott old fogies ? Are we wrong in preferring them to Booties' Baby, and The Quick or the Dead, and the novels of M.
Página 98 - Tel est le triste sort de tout livre prete, Souvent il est perdu, toujours il est gate.
Página 48 - He who, of two players, gets his ball into the hole in the smallest number of strokes is the winner of that hole, and the party then play towards the next hole. All sorts of skill are needed —strength and adroitness, and a certain supple " swing" of the body, are wanted to send the ball " sure aud far " in the " driving
Página 212 - Empire, are all rare, yet there is no definite limit to their number. More may turn up any day when the pickaxe breaks into a new Tanagra cemetery, when a fallen palm in Ashanti brings up aggery beads clinging to its earthy roots, when a pot of coins is found by some old Roman way, and so forth.