CROTCHET. Sir, ancient sculpture is the true school of modesty. But where the Greeks had modesty, we have cant; where they had poetry, we have cant; where they had patriotism, we have cant; where they had anything that exalts, delights, or adorns humanity, we have nothing but cant, cant, cant. And, sir, to show my contempt for cant in all its shapes, I have adorned my house with the Greek Venus, in all her shapes, and am ready to fight her battle against all the societies that ever were instituted for the suppression of truth and beauty.英文原著 · 《Crotchet Castle》
Laneelot Lovelace, " 1581. Recorder of Canterbury, ob. 1640, aet. Francis Lovelace, " 1609. Perhaps the same who was Recorder of Canterbury in 1638. Francis Lovelace " 1640. Probably the poet's younger (of Canterbury), brother. William Lovelace, " 1646.英文原著 · 《Lucasta》
All this is clearly analogous in form no less than in matter to our cante-fable. Motherwell speaks of fabliaux, intended partly for recitation, and partly for being sung; but does not refer by name to Aucassin and Nicolete. If we may judge by analogy, then, the form of the cante-fable is probably an early artistic adaptation of a popular narrative method.英文原著 · 《Aucassin and Nicolete》
The following brief essay was contributed by Butler to a small miscellany entitled LITERARY FOUNDLINGS: VERSE AND PROSE, COLLECTED IN CANTERBURY, N.Z., which was published at Christ Church on the occasion of a bazaar held there in March, 1864, in aid of the funds of the Christ Church Orphan Asylum, and offered for sale during the progress of the bazaar. The miscellany consisted entirely of the productions of Canterbury writers, and among the contributors were Dean Jacobs, Canon Cottrell, and James Edward FitzGerald, the founder of the PRESS.英文原著 · 《Canterbury Pieces》
In another, which is extremely quaint, he appears on horseback, in commemoration of his ride to Canterbury, and is represented as short of stature, in accordance with the description of himself in the "Canterbury Tales."英文原著 · 《Chaucer》
When Cameron made sure of this, he took one more drink, the last, and poured the little water left into Warren's canteen. He threw his own away. Soon afterward Warren discovered the loss. "Where's your canteen?" he asked. "The heat was getting my water, so I drank what was left."
"My son!" said Warren. The day opened for them in a red and green hell of rock and cactus. Like a flame the sun scorched and peeled their faces. Warren went blind from the glare, and Cameron had to lead him.英文原著 · 《Desert Gold》
The way you listened to my answers, the cant of your head.美剧 · 《Billions》