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Preface to Wyatt’s Poems.
He preferred the pseudonym because (he used to say) there was already a Wyatt at the beginning of English poetry.
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One of the many strange contrasts between his private and his literary character was in that he was as original and {…} in his literary manner and matter (and especially in the |matter|) as he was propense to imitation in his every day life and private life. [He was the kind of man who writes on the kind of paper used] {…} The more deeply original his style became, the more he consciously modelled his {…}, his manner of dressing, his habits… on Goethe, on Shelley, on {…} on innumerable literary people, not all great {…}
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Autograph must have letters parted {…}
Frederick Wyatt
Frederick Wyatt
Frederick Wyatt
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I can see him now, panting |up the steepness of the Calçada da Estrela, in his black suit with the {…} the {…}|
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It was very difficult for a stranger to speak with him, so unnerving was his adherence to either of 2 conversational methods, so to speak — an impatient silence or a tone of period so highly-pitched that, in some cases — (I know) – positive impression of insanity was caused.
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- The position of a non-literary man who finds it thrust upon as a moral duty to give to the world a literary work can be easily |conceived| a priori as a peculiarly embarrassing one. The difficulties of the task are the reverse of diminished when the work is the work of a poet who was his friend, who died young, in peculiarly tragic circumstances, and the manner of which life and death lay upon the friend the duty of {…}
