Word: cat
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...OFFENBACH has entered into an agreement to write a grand spectacular opera bouffe especially for England. This piece will be finished during the autumn and brought out in London during the Christmas season. The subject is the story of "Whitington and his Cat." M. Offenbach will superintend its production in person...
...SUFFERER," who reckons up his troubles by the yard, complains to us of the noises that disturb the college precincts sometimes till mid-night; and we heartily concur with him in longing for a cessation of the various shouts, cat-calls, snatches of popular melodies, the repetition of men's names in loudest tones from distant buildings, and, not the least annoying, the stupid explosion of gunpowder in different forms. Work on examinations and late hours set the nerves of all of us on the stretch, and interruptions such as the above, although at other times harmless, become horribly annoying...
...with a sense of its unusual dignity; nor can you follow the history of the wretched Emperor with unbated breath; he shows his teeth like a hunted rat, now in one corner, now in another; at last he exposes his neck at Canossa to the spring of the cat that for twenty years has patiently waited in the Vatican. But endow him with an instinct amounting to foreknowledge, with a tact in the management of men that turns them into passive instruments in his hands, and renders him long invulnerable to counterplots and adverse chance, and he becomes, in fact...
...ecrivant meme l'idee m'echappe." And if this is true of prose writing, where words are not restricted, how much more must just be the complaint in the case of poetry, where, in the choice of words, sense and jingle seem ever to be having a Kilkenny cat-fight in the brain of the unfortunate devotee of the "Art of Poetry." And yet poets do unmistakably attain a skill in reconciling thought and metre which is perfectly marvellous. How is it done? And again, can it ever be done without sacrificing something of the thought or something...
...behalf of many who enjoy the singing of the various societies in the Yard, we ask those noisy gentlemen who testify their approbation by shouts and cat-calls, to give up the habit. It is, no doubt, conducive to harmony and strict time to be interrupted by a well-meant but misplaced war-whoop; but the members of the Parietal Committee prefer to take their music straight. In short, the singing in the Yard must stop, unless the window-critics can refrain from their customary vociferous applause. The habit is boyish enough, at best, and can be relinquished without much...