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The Sportswriter

The Sportswriter is a poignant narrative that delves into the life of a seasoned sportswriter, examining his career and personal life with a keen eye for detail. The story follows the protagonist as he navigates the complexities of his profession and the emotional turmoil that accompanies it. more

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Richard Ford
Richard Ford

Richard Ford, born on February 16, 1944, is a renowned American novelist. His works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and profound thematic explorations, with notable titles such as 'Independence Day' and 'The Lay of the Land'. more

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“I have dwelt at length with this poem because it epitomizes and transforms much eighteenth-century criticism of Spenser and because, like any other imitation, it acts as an implicit criticism of the original. The Minstrel takes up major themes in mid-century poetics and criticism - speculative interest in origins, natural descriptions, humble life, the supernatural, education, political corruption - and merges them, awkwardly it must be said - into something recalling a Spenserian romance. The celebrity of Beattie's poem has more to do with its intellectual than its poetic achievements. The Minstrel demonstated that romance could take on the serious social business hitherto treated in epic and georgic, epistle and satire; it proved to an age obsessed with originality that a poet might imitate wihout copying, and emulate Spenser in a way that avoided objections to archaism, allegory, and the use of stanzas in a long poem. Beattie did all these things but did them imperfectly. For the next fifty years, romantic Spenserians would retain beattie's doctrines while refining his poetics.”

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Book:Edmund Spenser: A Reception History
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“But first of all he is a woodsman, and you aren't a woodsman unless you have such a feeling for topography that you can look at the earth and see what it would look like without any woods or covering on it. It's something like the gift all men wish for when they or young-- or old-- of being able to look through a woman's clothes and see her body, possibly even a little of her character.”

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Book:Young Men and Fire
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“O río aínda collía uns anacos da lúa vella, de lúa podre, de anaco de cabazo podre que se despenaba, de manteiga amarela, de luz pegañosa, polas restrebas escorrendo a se derreter por embaixo dos piñeiros de Santa Ladaíña a retrincos aínda máis vermellos, como cando vin o ferro vivo na fundición de Malingre ou o ferro na fragua do Catapiro no primeiro instante da auga, agora sen chiar, alumando de preguiza, sen renxer, manseliño polas restrebas; todo tépedo, calado, arrecendendo a río do verán, á espesidume do cheiro do verán, ás pozas mornas do verán, a cabazo podre, a lúa morta aformentada do verán, escorregando até os enchoupos do brión, cos retrincos de luz amarela, morredía, na auga encol dos cachóns múos do verán, e tantas arrás na espesidume do seu canto no cheiro da lama do verán, e a luz vermella nas pozas e limos apegadizos, e nos coiñais dunha soa cor an espesidume do ar do verán e as sombras medrando medrando, afundíndose, estendéndose sen se ver xa a outra beira do río, xa con présa como apagándose todo decontado, e puña medo.”

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Author:Eduardo Blanco Amor
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“A paisaxe non ten o ledo verdor das terras cháns e abertas que Pedro alvistou dende o tren. O coche vai rolando, a tombos, por gándaras ermas e lombos areosos; baixa polas abas dun monte cuberto con herbas do demo, para caer en tremedales de xuncos; gabea por outeiros con alfarrobeiras e corre por chairas tiñosas. Xa decorreron moitas horas de andadura, a rolar por soedades, e no devalo do día, aparece un casal, alá no fondo, á veira dunha lagoa, espello morto de augas salitrosas.”

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Book:Os dous de sempre
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“Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine?” Sweeter than those dainty pies Of venison? O generous food! Drest though bold Robin Hood Would, wit his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can “I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.”

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Author:John Keats
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