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Arlo Bates (1850–1918)

Auteur de The Puritans

18+ oeuvres 68 utilisateurs 2 critiques

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Comprend les noms: Bates Arlo

Crédit image: Image from Little pilgrimages among the men who have written famous books: second series (1903) by Edward Francis Harkins

Œuvres de Arlo Bates

The Puritans (2008) 15 exemplaires
The Pagans (1884) 15 exemplaires
Talks on the study of literature (2014) 8 exemplaires
The Philistines (2008) 4 exemplaires
Albrecht (2008) 3 exemplaires
Love in a Cloud (2014) 3 exemplaires
The Diary of a Saint (2014) 2 exemplaires
Strange Idyl 2 exemplaires
A Book o' Nine Tales (2014) 2 exemplaires
Mr. Jacobs (2014) 2 exemplaires
Poems By John Keats (1896) 1 exemplaire
Talks on writing English (2011) 1 exemplaire
Sonnets in shadow 1 exemplaire
A lad's love 1 exemplaire

Oeuvres associées

Bodies of the Dead and Other Great American Ghost Stories (1995) — Contributeur — 31 exemplaires

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Date de naissance
1850
Date de décès
1918
Sexe
male
Professions
teacher
Prix et distinctions
American Academy of Arts and Letters (Literature ∙ 1905)

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"No, my dear May, I positively will not hear another word about 'Love in a Cloud.' I am tired to death of the very sound of its stupid name."

"Oh, Mrs. Harbinger," May Calthorpe responded, eagerly defensive, "it isn't a stupid name."

Mrs. Harbinger settled herself back into the pile of gay cushions in the corner of the sofa, and went on without heeding the interruption:—

"I have heard nothing but 'Love in a Cloud,' 'Love in a Cloud,' until it gives me a feeling of nausea. Nobody talks of anything else."

May nodded her head triumphantly, a bright sparkle in her brown eyes.

"That only shows what a perfectly lovely book it is," she declared.

Mrs. Harbinger laughed, and bent forward to arrange a ribbon at May's throat.

"I don't care if it is the loveliest book ever written," she responded; "I won't have it stuffed down my throat morning, noon, and night. Why, if you'll believe it, my husband, who never reads novels, not only read it, but actually kept awake over it, and after that feat he'll talk of it for months."

Pretty May Calthorpe leaned forward with more animation than the mere discussion of an anonymous novel seemed to call for, and caught one of her hostess's hands in both her own.

"Oh, did Mr. Harbinger like it?" she asked. "I am so interested to know what he thinks of it."

"You never will know from me, my dear," was the cool response. "I've forbidden him to speak of it. I tell you that I am bored to death with the old thing."

May started up suddenly from the sofa where she had been sitting beside Mrs. Harbinger. With rather an offended air she crossed to the fireplace, and began to arrange her hat before the mirror over the mantel. Mrs. Harbinger, smiling to herself, gave her attention to setting in order the cups on the tea-table before her. The sun of the April afternoon came in through the window, and from the polished floor of the drawing-room was reflected in bright patches on the ceiling; the brightness seemed to gather about the young, girlish face which looked out from the glass, with red lips and willful brown hair in tendrils over the white forehead. Yet as she faced her reflection, May pouted and put on the look of one aggrieved.
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amzmchaichun | Jul 19, 2013 |
As all life proceeds from the egg, so all discussion must proceed from a definition. Indeed, it is generally necessary to follow definition by definition, fixing the meaning of the terms used in the original explanation, and again explaining the words employed in this exposition.
I once heard a learned but somewhat pedantic man begin to answer the question of a child by saying that a lynx is a wild quadruped. He was allowed to get no further, but was at once asked what a quadruped is. He responded that it is a mammal with four feet. This of course provoked the inquiry what a mammal is; and so on from one question to another, until the original subject was entirely lost sight of, and the lynx disappeared in a maze of verbal distinctions as completely as it might have vanished in the tangles of the forest primeval. I feel that I am not wholly safe from danger of repeating the experience of this well-meaning pedant if I attempt to give a[Pg 2] definition of literature. The temptation is strong to content myself with saying: "Of course we all know what literature is." The difficulty which I have had in the endeavor to frame a satisfactory explanation of the term has convinced me, however, that it is necessary to assume that few of us do know, and has impressed upon me the need of trying to make clear what the word means to me. If my statement seem insufficient for general application, it will at least show the sense which I shall give to "literature" in these talks.
In its most extended signification literature of course might be taken to include whatever is written or printed; but our concern is with that portion only which is indicated by the name "polite literature," or by the imported term "belles-lettres,"-both antiquated though respectable phrases. In other words, I wish to confine my examination to those written works which can properly be brought within the scope of literature as one of the fine arts.
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amzmchaichun | Jul 19, 2013 |

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Œuvres
18
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Membres
68
Popularité
#253,411
Évaluation
4.0
Critiques
2
ISBN
55
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