Secreted Desires: The Major Uranians - Hopkins, Pater and WildeMichael Matthew Kaylor, 2006 - 457 páginas |
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... Comatas, Johnson encapsulates this 'boxed' positionality more profoundly than Pater does through his own middling vestibule. Comatas, a young goatherd of Thurii, a Greek settlement on the gulf of Tarentum in southern Italy, after ...
... Comatas, Johnson encapsulates this 'boxed' positionality more profoundly than Pater does through his own middling vestibule. Comatas, a young goatherd of Thurii, a Greek settlement on the gulf of Tarentum in southern Italy, after ...
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... Comatas would have been far more allusive to his Eton/Oxford coterie — a 'fellowship of paederasts' — than it would to most readers today, however scholarly, relying as it does on a Hellenistic intertextuality that Mark Andreas Seiler ...
... Comatas would have been far more allusive to his Eton/Oxford coterie — a 'fellowship of paederasts' — than it would to most readers today, however scholarly, relying as it does on a Hellenistic intertextuality that Mark Andreas Seiler ...
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... Comatas beneath 'trees from distant forests, whose names were strange to thee', trees that 'should bend their amorous branches within thy reach to be'. Johnson and Comatas, engaged in the 'truant reading' that Pater praises, seem to be ...
... Comatas beneath 'trees from distant forests, whose names were strange to thee', trees that 'should bend their amorous branches within thy reach to be'. Johnson and Comatas, engaged in the 'truant reading' that Pater praises, seem to be ...
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... Comatas, such a torch-race kindled his hope for a paederastic victory he did not expect himself to see, a hope expressed on several occasions in Ionica, Johnson forecasting that his beloved Etonians, honey-fed on his Ionica, would take ...
... Comatas, such a torch-race kindled his hope for a paederastic victory he did not expect himself to see, a hope expressed on several occasions in Ionica, Johnson forecasting that his beloved Etonians, honey-fed on his Ionica, would take ...
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... Comatas has become the Uranian 'grandsire', Johnson the Uranian 'sire', and the young baron — like a Viscount Esher or Earl of Rosebery — the inheritor of the poetic halls they have left behind, the architectonic residue of their lives ...
... Comatas has become the Uranian 'grandsire', Johnson the Uranian 'sire', and the young baron — like a Viscount Esher or Earl of Rosebery — the inheritor of the poetic halls they have left behind, the architectonic residue of their lives ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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Página 245 - This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb...
Página 320 - The Love that dare not speak its name" in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michelangelo and Shakespeare. It is that deep, spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It...
Página 332 - Conclusion" was omitted in the second edition of this book, as I conceived it might possibly mislead some of those young men into whose hands it might fall. On the whole, I have thought it best to reprint it here, with some slight changes which bring it closer to my original meaning. I have dealt more fully in Marius tht Epicurean with the thoughts suggested by it.
Página 123 - I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light's delay.
Página 402 - THE fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenched faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song. Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she long Within her wears, bears, cares and combs the same: The widow of an insight lost she lives, with aim Now known and hand at work now never wrong.
Página 124 - I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist— slack they may be — these last strands of man In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be. But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan With darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones? and fan, O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee?
Página 136 - NOT, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man In me or, most weary, cry / can no more. I can ; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
Página 186 - You sea! I resign myself to you also — I guess what you mean; I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me...
Página 346 - It seems very pretty," she said when she had finished it, "but it's rather hard to understand ! " (You see she didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) " Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas — only I don't exactly know what they are!
Página 227 - Hugo says: we are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve — les hommes sont tous condamnes a mart avec des sursis indefinis: we have an interval, and then our place knows us no more. Some spend this interval in listlessness, some in high passions, the wisest, at least among "the children of this world,