The Shifting of the Fire

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T. F. Unwin, 1892 - Literary Criticism - 322 pages
 

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Page 284 - Tis less than to be born ; a lasting sleep, A quiet resting from all jealousy; A thing we all pursue ; I know besides It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Page 176 - ... depress him. The stamp is there, for anyone sufficiently interested in our finest living novelist to do a little research, in The Shifting of the Fire, when the elderly Mr. Kasker-Ryves, reproving his son, whom scandal has driven from his regiment, drifts off into personal and lubricous reminiscence: 'Now, look here, dear boy, that was safe enough in those days — I mean to say no one made a fuss about it, but nowadays it is different, more especially as you want to sit for the borough ... I...
Page 202 - The box she kept at the bottom of a great clothespress, and this was the first time she had opened it since her marriage, and she could not resist lingering over its contents once again. There was the necklace he had given her, and the bracelets, and the gold ring—she could not help kissing it.
Page 302 - You did it in order to vaunt your honourable character, to flatter your own vanity, in fact, by proving to yourself what a very honourable gentleman you were. And you left her to herself, to pine with a half broken heart, instead of coming to comfort her in spite of her parents. That is your honour again. And then in her great chivalrous love she...
Page 100 - The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. " And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm, Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm.
Page 120 - ... to life again, and in truth there was little to tell that anything had ever lived save the [ ' forms of dead songbirds that here and there lined the hedges. Then must the traveller on the road, perforce, adopt...
Page 69 - I have been examining — but that is neither here nor there. What I want to know is, are you game for a new ranch deal?
Page 234 - Hueffer's pages bristle with infelicitous audacity and cynicism, which he will regret when he is older. For example, after describing the scene at the burial of the hero's aunt and the grief of his cousin Kate, he adds, 'Never before did men think themselves, ay, and swear at themselves some five minutes later, for being such blasted sentimental fools as those who happened to see her then.
Page 2 - Yes, I do think I'm really pretty—at least by this light I seem quite beautiful—but it may be the light that does it, and I suppose I a;n apt to look at myself with an indulgent eye, and only from the side of my face which looks best.
Page 273 - Belassis, which it was perhaps as well for her peace of mind that she did not see. He rose, and crossed over towards where the two sisters were sitting. ' Pardon me, Mrs. Belassis,' he said ;

About the author (1892)

Born Ford Hermann Madox Hueffer in England in 1873, Ford Madox Ford came from a family of artists and writers that included his grandfather, the pre-Raphaelite painter Ford Madox Brown, and his uncles Gabriel Dante Rossetti and William Michael Rossetti. Ford's early works were published under the name Ford Madox Hueffer, but in 1919 he legally changed his name to Ford Madox Ford due to legal complications that arose when he left his wife, Elsie Martindale, and their two daughters. He also used the pen names Daniel Chaucer and Fenil Haig. Ford's early works include The Brown Owl, a fairy tale, children's stories, romances, and The Fifth Queen, a historical trilogy about Katherine Howard, the fifth wife of Henry VIII. He also collaborated with Joseph Conrad, whom he first met in 1898, on three novels: The Nature of Crime, The Inheritors, and Romance. Ford is best known for his novels The Good Soldier, which he considered both his first serious effort at a novel and his best work, and Parade's End, a tetralogy set during World War I. Both of these books explore a theme that appears often in Ford's writing, that of a good man whose old-fashioned, gentlemanly code is in conflict with modern industrial society. Ford also published several volumes of autobiography and reminiscences, including Return to Yesterday and It Was the Nightengale, as well as numerous works of biography, history, poetry, essays, travel writing, and criticism of literature and art. Although Ford and Martindale never divorced, Ford had significant, long-term relationships with three other women, all of whom took his name; he had another daughter by one of them. He died in Deauville, France, in 1939.

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