Alton Locke, Tailor and Poet: An Autobiography, Volume 1Chapman and Hall, 1850 |
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Alton Locke, Tailor and Poet: An Autobiography ; in Two Volumes, Volume 1 Charles Kingsley Affichage du livre entier - 1850 |
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Page 37 - A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay...
Page 128 - Hech ! Is there no the heeven above them there, and the hell beneath them? and God frowning, and the deevil grinning? No poetry there! Is no the verra idea of the classic tragedy defined to be, man conquered by circumstance? Canna ye see it there? And the verra idea of the modern tragedy, man conquering circumstance? — and I'll show...
Page 127 - Which is maist to your business ? — thae bare-backed hizzies that play the harlot o' the other side o' the warld, or these — these thousands o' bare-backed hizzies that play the harlot o' your ain side — made out o
Page 141 - This is what I call democratic art— the revelation of the poetry which lies in common things. And surely all the age is tending in that direction : in Landseer and his dogs — in Fielding and his downs, with a host of noble fellow-artists — and in all authors who have really seized the nation's mind, from Crabbe and Burns and Wordsworth to Hood and Dickens, the great tide sets ever onward, outward, towards that which is common to the many, not that which is exclusive to the few — towards the...
Page 125 - From the butchers' and greengrocers' shops the gas-lights flared and flickered, wild and ghastly, over haggard groups of slip-shod dirty women, bargaining for scraps of stale meat and frostbitten vegetables, wrangling about short weight and bad quality. Fish-stalls and fruitstalls lined the edge of the greasy pavement, sending up odours as foul as the language of sellers and buyers. Blood and sewerwater crawled from under doors and out of spouts, and reeked down the gutters among offal, animal and...
Page 140 - Of the general effect which his works had on me, I shall say nothing: it was the same as they have had, thank God, on thousands of my class and of every other. But that book above all first recalled me to the overwhelming and yet ennobling knowledge that there was such a thing as Duty; first taught me to see in history not the mere farce-tragedy of man's crimes and follies, but the dealings of a righteous Ruler of the universe, whose ways are in the great deep, and whom the sins and errors, as well...
Page 5 - My mother moved by rule and method ; by God's law, as she considered, and that only. She seldom smiled. Her word was absolute. She never commanded twice, without punishing. And yet there were abysses of unspoken tenderness in her, as well as clear, sound, womanly sense and insight. But she thought herself as much bound to keep down all tenderness as if she had been some ascetic of the middle ages—so do extremes meet! It was " carnal," she considered. She had as yet no right to have any " spiritual...
Page 161 - For my part, I seem to have learnt that the only thing to regenerate the world is not more of any system, good or bad, but simply more of the Spirit of God.
Page 192 - It was a noble sport — a sight such as could only be seen in England — some hundred of young men, who might, if they had chosen, have been lounging effeminately about the streets, subjecting themselves voluntarily to that intense exertion, for the mere pleasure of toil.
Page 29 - I stumbled after Mr. Jones up a dark, narrow, iron staircase till we emerged through a trap-door into a garret at the top of the house. I recoiled with disgust at the scene before me ; and here I was to work — perhaps through life ! A low lean-to room, stifling me with the combined...