Word: byronic
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Boyd attempts to deal with accepted classical writers much as criticism deals with contemporary authors, not with the pretentious and usually spurious dignity of an academic vocabulary, but with the same sneezes and jeers that are accorded a ham novelist in the current prints. Milton, Byron and Whitman were not unacquainted with the critical raspberry in their lifetimes, and it is certain that the mere getting out of the rubber-tired hack and rolling them off to the cemetery did not rectify their deficiencies, render more agreeable their not infrequent dullness, nor sublimate their frowsy cliches into epigrams...
...explanation of men whose genius has been exposed in their actions. Da Vinci writing down the wild & enormous range of Nature's behavior; Stanley voyaging into Africa to find Livingston; Cecil Rhodes thinking of his grave on a windy hill; Rembrandt staring at his face in many mirrors; Byron, Balzac, Shakespeare; and Voltaire writing his thin and bitter curses. These, and many another, pass under Author Ludwig's swift and penetrating scrutiny. In these brief sketches there cannot be the breadth and totality of detailed biography. But there can be and there is the power and discernment that...
...John Jeffrey wrote this letter to one Dr. Hayes: "The writing desk I have just sold you was formerly the property of Lord Byron and was used by him when he wrote Don Juan. This fact I know. . . ." In 1890 one William Warren, a London journalist, offered it to the Chicago World's Fair for $25. After the World's Fair, the desk was purchased by a Swiss clockmaker named Uhry, living in Chicago...
...fall into the hands of somebody who will love it." Mrs. Gerhardt promptly took the desk to Harry F. Marks, Manhattan bookdealer, who, last week, to the astonishment of antiquarians, who are forever losing track of the things they admire the most, announced that he had sold Lord Byron's desk. The purchaser withheld his name because he wanted to give it to his mother, for a surprise, on Christmas. Lord Byron's razors were still in their proper compartment...
...reached after three acts of light but languid conversation. Too bad it is the play lags, for the performance is immensely satisfactory. Resplendent in hoops and ruffles, Billie Burke returns to the theatre for the title part. Her acting is eventful, feathery and fine. Reginald Owen and Arthur Byron revel in epigram and rages as the suitors; while one Madge Evans is the daughter. Conveniently for the play she closely resembles the lovely Billie Burke; conveniently, too, for Miss Madge Evans...