Development: A NovelA loosely fictionalized autobiographical novel which takes Nancy--Bryher's fictional self--from her earliest conscious memories at the age of three or so to her first visit to the Scilly Isles around the age of 17. |
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... head mistress , Miss Sampson , is excel- lently drawn . Her speech to the Sixth Form on the occasion of the row is one of the best things in the book ; and later , when lecturing the school on the necessity of keeping things in their ...
... head mistress , Miss Sampson , is excel- lently drawn . Her speech to the Sixth Form on the occasion of the row is one of the best things in the book ; and later , when lecturing the school on the necessity of keeping things in their ...
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... head taller than Nancy and bigger in pro- portion . " I've been wanting to play with you for a week . Didn't you hear me call through the hedge yesterday ? " Nancy shook her head . Unafraid of any one grown up , she was a bit shy of ...
... head taller than Nancy and bigger in pro- portion . " I've been wanting to play with you for a week . Didn't you hear me call through the hedge yesterday ? " Nancy shook her head . Unafraid of any one grown up , she was a bit shy of ...
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... heads as three or four birds perched on her arms or sought the spilt gold on the pavement . It was a sad day when she turned from this , from the sunshine and the water to the coldness of the North . It was not until the following year ...
... heads as three or four birds perched on her arms or sought the spilt gold on the pavement . It was a sad day when she turned from this , from the sunshine and the water to the coldness of the North . It was not until the following year ...
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... head of the faun with more than a little fear she would surrender to some compelling power in the rough marble , gazing up at her with such inscrutable eyes , but she was tired of Michel Angelo , the name followed them everywhere ...
... head of the faun with more than a little fear she would surrender to some compelling power in the rough marble , gazing up at her with such inscrutable eyes , but she was tired of Michel Angelo , the name followed them everywhere ...
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... head to watch it , wistfully conscious of a sense of fare- well , in a measure right , for only as an uncon- scious child was peace for her in the East . In the dust - storm , whirl of flying grit , they turned next day to Cairo ...
... head to watch it , wistfully conscious of a sense of fare- well , in a measure right , for only as an uncon- scious child was peace for her in the East . In the dust - storm , whirl of flying grit , they turned next day to Cairo ...
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Page 108 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest Melancholy...
Page 53 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
Page 54 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me; now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Page 109 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love; How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she...
Page 99 - Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing Worthy your noble thoughts ! 'tis not a life, 'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
Page 122 - But beauty is set apart, beauty is cast by the sea, a barren rock, beauty is set about with wrecks of ships, upon our coast, death keeps the shallows - death waits clutching toward us from the deeps. Beauty is set apart; the winds that slash its beach, swirl the coarse sand upward toward the rocks. Beauty is set apart from the islands and from Greece.
Page 59 - She would labour to make it perfect, to make it beautiful, till it became the very epic of the South, till all could read in one volume the knowledge she was seeking in books, in fragments, in pictures, in stones, in the whole of the land itself. At this time a historian usurped, to her, the place that excavators and Egyptologists formerly had held. It seemed a way to keep, to touch the immortality of a greatness...
Page 5 - ... texture of an imaginary dream. Hail and spray rapidly beat a sense of salt reality into her thought till, exultant with discovery that wildness was yet alive and might be hers, she hurried joyously along the beach to be lifted up to see the men in cork belts and sou'westers ready to begin their voyage. A parting of the waves, a vivid shout, and the lifeboat slid into the water, vanishing in the hollows, or flung, a struggling fish, upright against a roll of wave. Gusts of wind caught Nancy as...
Page 171 - ... Masters, A Fair Quarrel, Eastward Ho, was to step back three centuries and actually enter the Elizabethan world. The side of her nature which resented the impossibilities of Fletcher, however beautiful the poetry, was not disquieted with Moll, the Roaring Girl. It was indeed a mad world she read of, curious mingling of a very ferocity of strength with the *"' light-colour summer stuff " out of which Euphues, Campaspe, and Rosalynde were fashioned.
Page 163 - ... thoroughly an element of her mind that it was only by accident she discovered, at fifteen, they were printed symbols to the multitude, and to speak of them as gold or crimson merely provoked derision. It was not until nine years later that she found she was simply a colour hearer and that, while it was not common to every one, as she had at first imagined, it was not confined to the few, but was, in one form or another, fairly prevalent.