0,99 €
Jane Austen (16 December 1775 – 18 July 1817) was an English novelist whose works of romantic fiction, set among the landed gentry, earned her a place as one of the most widely read writers in English literature. Her realism, biting irony and social commentary as well as her acclaimed plots have gained her historical importance among scholars and critics. Austen lived her entire life as part of a close-knit family located on the lower fringes of the English landed gentry. She was educated primarily by her father and older brothers as well as through her own reading. The steadfast support of her family was critical to her development as a professional writer. From her teenage years into her thirties she experimented with various literary forms, including an epistolary novel which she then abandoned, wrote and extensively revised three major novels and began a fourth. From 1811 until 1816, with the release of "Sense and Sensibility" (1811), "Pride and Prejudice" (1813), "Mansfield Park" (1814) and "Emma" (1815), she achieved success as a published writer. She wrote two additional novels, "Northanger Abbey" and "Persuasion", both published posthumously in 1818, and began a third, which was eventually titled "Sanditon", but died before completing it. Austen's works critique the novels of sensibility of the second half of the 18th century and are part of the transition to 19th-century realism. Her plots, though fundamentally comic, highlight the dependence of women on marriage to secure social standing and economic security. Her works, though usually popular, were first published anonymously and brought her little personal fame and only a few positive reviews during her lifetime, but the publication in 1869 of her nephew's "A Memoir of Jane Austen" introduced her to a wider public, and by the 1940s she had become widely accepted in academia as a great English writer. The second half of the 20th century saw a proliferation of Austen scholarship and the emergence of a Janeite fan culture.Table of Contents:- Happy the Lab'rer- I've a Pain in my Head- Miss Lloyd has now went to Miss Green- Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend- My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy- Ode to Pity- Of A Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean- Oh! Mr Best You're Very Bad- See they come, post haste from Thanet- This Little Bag- To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy- When Stretch'd on One's Bed- When Winchester races
Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Table of Contents
Happy the Lab'rer
I've a Pain in my Head
Miss Lloyd has now went to Miss Green
Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy
Ode to Pity
1
2
Of A Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean
Oh! Mr Best You're Very Bad
See they come, post haste from Thanet
This Little Bag
To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy
When Stretch'd on One's Bed
When Winchester races
Happy the Lab'rer
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,Andhat upon his head, to church he goes;As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throwsA glance upon the ample cabbage roseThat, stuck in button-hole, regales his nose,He envies not the gayest London beaux.In church he takes his seat among the rows,Pays to the place the reverence he owes,Likes best the prayers whose meaning least he knows,Lists to the sermon in a softening doze,And rouses joyous at the welcome close.
I've a Pain in my Head
'I've a pain in my head'Said the suffering Beckford;To her Doctor so dread.'Oh! what shall I take for't?'
Said this Doctor so dreadWhose name it was Newnham.'For this pain in your headAh! What can you do Ma'am?'
Said Miss Beckford, 'SupposeIf you think there's no risk,I take a good DoseOf calomel brisk.'--
'What a praise worthy Notion.'Replied Mr. Newnham.'You shall have such a potionAnd so will I too Ma'am.'
Miss Lloyd has now went to Miss Green
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green,As, on opening the box, may be seen,Some years of a Black Ploughman's Gauze,To be made up directly, becauseMiss Lloyd must in mourning appearFor the death of a Relative dear--Miss Lloyd must expect to receiveThis license to mourn and to grieve,Complete, ere the end of the week--It is better to write than to speak
Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
In measured verse I'll now rehearseThe charms of lovely Anna:And, first, her mind is unconfinedLike any vast savannah.
Ontario's lake may fitly speakHer fancy's ample bound:Its circuit may, on strict surveyFive hundred miles be found.
Her wit descends on foes and friendsLike famed Niagara's fall;And travellers gaze in wild amaze,And listen, one and all.
Her judgment sound, thick, black, profound,Like transatlantic groves,Dispenses aid, and friendly shadeTo all that in it roves.
If thus her mind to be definedAmerica exhausts,And all that's grand in that great landIn similes it costs --
Oh how can I her person tryTo image and portray?How paint the face, the form how trace,In which those virtues lay?
Another world must be unfurled,Another language known,Ere tongue or sound can publish roundHer charms of flesh and bone.
My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy