British Novellists And Their Styles Being A Critical Sketch Of The History Of British Prose Fiction

Author : David Masson
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230340982
Total Pages : 72 pages
Book Rating : 4.3/5 (49 download)

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Download or read book British Novelists and Their Styles; Being a Critical Sketch of the History of British Prose Fiction written by David Masson and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 72 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1859 edition. Excerpt: ... Yet, Lord, we have in veneration The gentle going of thy day. THE THREE. The Angels gather strength, beholding, Though none Thy substance fathom may; And all the works of Thy upholding Are lordly as on Time's first day." As the song ends, Mephistopheles comes forward; and mark, in contrast, the tenor of his speech: "Of suns and worlds deuce one word can I gabble; I only know how men grow miserable. The little god of earth is still the same old clay, And is as odd this hour as on Creation's day. Better somewhat his situation, Hadst Thou not given him that same light of inspiration: Reason he calls't, and uses't so that he Grows but more beastly than the very beasts to be. He seems to me, begging your Grace's pardon, Like one of those long-legg'd things in a garden, That fly about, and hop, and spring, And in the grass the same old chirrup sing. Would I could say that here the story closes! But in all sorts of dirt they thrust their noses." These are the two moods. They reproduce themselves in literature. In all the greater literature of the world, from Homer and the Greek Drama downwards, there is heard the tone of the Elemental song. Nor need it be absent in our Prose Fiction. No more than our metrical Poetry must this form of literature be permitted to degenerate into a ceaseless variation of the speech of Mephistopheles, that men are as miserable as ever, and that the world is all in a mess. It may be that the representation of social reality is, on the whole, the proper business of the Novel; but even in the representation of social reality the spirit may be that of the far-surveying and the sublime. I believe, however, that there may be vindicated for the literature of prose phantasy the liberty of an order of fiction different from...