Autobiographical Notes of the Life of William Bell Scott; and Notices of His Artistic and Poetic Circle of Friends, 1830...

Autobiographical Notes of the Life of William Bell Scott; and Notices of His Artistic and Poetic Circle of Friends, 1830...
ISBN-10
1230391096
ISBN-13
9781230391090
Pages
86
Language
English
Published
2013-09
Publisher
Theclassics.Us
Author
William Bell Scott

Description

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. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ... to Rossetti as a poet. His answer included Christina's poetry as well, and showed the keenness of his critical incision. " Yes; we scarcely take to the Rossetti poetry; it does not come home to us; it is exotic; but we like Christina's religious pieces." The novels are wonderful works with all their faults. Guy Mannering and St. Ronaris Well--neither of which I knew before--delighted me extremely. Another I read is the Fair Maid of Perth, which is on a level with the Victoria Drama in some respects, but in some points of conception and vivid reality in parts can only be compared to the greatest imaginative works existing. I am sorry Miss Boyd is not to return with you, as it will thus be some time before we benefit by the society of Htiffer, Boyce, or our old friend Tacitus. Will you give her my love and believe me your affectionate Gabriel. P.S.--I hear through William that the proposal to move our father's remains being negatived-by my mother's objections, a memorial is to be erected to him in Santa Croce, Florence. And so the one-sided correspondence ends. I may, however, make a finale by quoting a distich on his poor lost friend the Woodchuck, which I have somehow preserved, while losing the leaf of his last letter on which it must have been written. The title " Parted Love " is chaff directed to my Sonnets so called, which he held to the highest honour of any poems I had ever done. PARTED LOVE! Oh, how the family affections combat Within this heart, and each hour flings a bomb at My burning soul; neither from owl nor from bat Can peace be to me now I've lost my Wombat! But since I have given Rossetti's complimentary opinion as well as persevering criticism, showing both the fulness of his expression of friendly and favourable...