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█ _ أوسكار وايلد 2007 حصريا كتاب ❞ A Critic in Pall Mall ❝ عن جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلف 2024 Mall: From "As one enters Rome from the Via Ostiensis by Porta San Paolo, first object that meets eye is a marble pyramid which stands close at hand on left There are many Egyptian obelisks Rome—tall, snakelike spires of red sandstone, mottled with strange writings, remind us pillars flame led children Israel through desert away land Pharaohs; but more wonderful than these to look upon this gaunt, wedge shaped standing here Italian city, unshattered amid ruins and wrecks time, looking older Eternal City itself, like terrible impassiveness turned stone And so Middle Ages men supposed be sepulchre Remus, who was slain his own brother founding ancient mysterious it appears; we have now, perhaps unfortunately, accurate information about it, know tomb Caius Cestius, Roman gentleman small note, died 30 b c Yet though cannot care much for dead man lies lonely state beneath only known world sepulchre, still will ever dear eyes all English speaking people, because evening its shadows fall walks Spenser, Shakespeare, Byron, Shelley, Elizabeth Barrett Browning great procession sweet singers England For foot there green sunny slope, as Old Protestant Cemetery, ! page 2 p 2a common grave, bears following This grave contains mortal young poet, deathbed, bitterness heart, desired words engraven Here whose name writ water February 24, 1821 poet John Keats Lord Houghton calls cemetery ‘one most beautiful spots heart can rest,’ Shelley speaks making ‘in love death, think should buried place’; indeed when I saw violets daisies poppies overgrow tomb, remembered how had once told friend he thought ‘intensest pleasure received life watching growth flowers,’ another after lying while quite still, murmured some prescience early ‘I feel flowers growing over me ’ But time worn wildflowers poor memorials Keats; all, too, city Rome, pays 3 3such honour her dead; where popes, emperors, saints, cardinals lie hidden ‘porphyry wombs,’ or couched baths jasper chalcedony malachite, ablaze precious stones metals, tended continual service very noble site, worthy monument; behind looms grey pyramid, symbol world’s age, filled memories sphinx, lotus leaf, glories old Nile; front Monte Testaccio, built, said, broken fragments vessels nations East West brought their tribute Rome; little distance off, along slope hill under Aurelian wall, tall gaunt cypresses rise, burnt out funeral torches, mark spot Shelley’s (that ‘heart hearts’!) earth; and, above soil tread Rome!" قصص وروايات عالمية مجاناً PDF اونلاين رواية القصص هي نقل الأحداث بالكلمات والصور وغالباً ما يكون ذلك ارتجالاً أو بتجميل تشارك القصة الثقافات المختلفة كوسيلة ترفيه تعليم لحفظ التراث الثقافي وغرس القيم المعنوية العناصر الحاسمة ورواية الشخصيات الخيالية والحبكة ووجهات النظر الأدبية رواية تسبق الكتابة فقد كانت الأشكال الأولى لرواية عبارة شفوية مع الإيماءات والتعابير الجسدية كما أنها جزءاً من الطقوس الدينية؛ اعتبر الفن الصخري شكل أشكال عدد القديمة رسم سكان أستراليا الأصليون رموزاً جدران الكهوف كوسائل لمساعدة الرواة تذكر ثم رويت بعد باستخدم مزيج السرد الشفوي والموسيقى والفن والرقص وقد ساعد هذا الأسلوب فهم معنى الوجود الإنساني خلال وروايتها استخدم الإنسان وسيلة النحت جذوع الأشجار الحية ووسائل أخرى سريعة الزوال (كالرمل وأوراق الأشجار) لتسجيل الصور والكتابة استخدمت أشكالاً معقدة كالوشم معلومات الأنساب والانتماءات والوضع الاجتماعي مع ظهور واستخدام وسائل اتصال ثابتة ومحمولة أصبح تسجيل والكتب ومشاركتها عبر مناطق العالم أسهل نحتت ونقشت ورسمت وطبعت وكتبت بالحبر الخشب والخيزران والعاج والعظام والفخار وألواح الصلصال والحجر النخيل والجلد والورق والحرير وقماش وسجلت أفلام وخزنت إلكترونياً بصورة رقمية لا تزال الشفوية عالقة بالذاكرة وانتقلت جيل إلى الرغم ازدياد شعبية الإعلام المكتوبة والمتلفزة كثير أنحاء

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كتاب

A Critic in Pall Mall

ــ أُوسْكَارْ وَايْلِدْ

صدر 2007م

كتاب

A Critic in Pall Mall

ــ أُوسْكَارْ وَايْلِدْ

صدر 2007م

عن كتاب A Critic in Pall Mall:
From "As one enters Rome from the Via Ostiensis by the Porta San Paolo, the first object that meets the eye is a marble pyramid which stands close at hand on the left. There are many Egyptian obelisks in Rome—tall, snakelike spires of red sandstone, mottled with strange writings, which remind us of the pillars of flame which led the children of Israel through the desert away from the land of the Pharaohs; but more wonderful than these to look upon is this gaunt, wedge-shaped pyramid standing here in this Italian city, unshattered amid the ruins and wrecks of time, looking older than the Eternal City itself, like terrible impassiveness turned to stone.

And so in the Middle Ages men supposed this to be the sepulchre of Remus, who was slain by his own brother at the founding of the city, so ancient and mysterious it appears; but we have now, perhaps unfortunately, more accurate information about it, and know that it is the tomb of one Caius Cestius, a Roman gentleman of small note, who died about 30 b.c. Yet though we cannot care much for the dead man who lies in lonely state beneath it, and who is only known to the world through his sepulchre, still this pyramid will be ever dear to the eyes of all English-speaking people, because at evening its shadows fall on the tomb of one who walks with Spenser, and Shakespeare, and Byron, and Shelley, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning in the great procession of the sweet singers of England. For at its foot there is a green sunny slope, known as the Old Protestant Cemetery, and on this !-- page 2--p. 2a common-looking grave, which bears the following This grave contains all that was mortal of a young English poet, who on his deathbed, in the bitterness of his heart, desired these words to be engraven on his Here lies one whose name was writ in water. February 24, 1821.

And the name of the young English poet is John Keats. Lord Houghton calls this cemetery ‘one of the most beautiful spots on which the eye and heart of man can rest,’ and Shelley speaks of it as making one ‘in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place’; and indeed when I saw the violets and the daisies and the poppies that overgrow the tomb, I remembered how the dead poet had once told his friend that he thought the ‘intensest pleasure he had received in life was in watching the growth of flowers,’ and how another time, after lying a while quite still, he murmured in some strange prescience of early death, ‘I feel the flowers growing over me.’ But this time-worn stone and these wildflowers are but poor memorials of one so great as Keats; most of all, too, in this city of Rome, which pays !-- page 3--p. 3such honour to her dead; where popes, and emperors, and saints, and cardinals lie hidden in ‘porphyry wombs,’ or couched in baths of jasper and chalcedony and malachite, ablaze with precious stones and metals, and tended with continual service.

For very noble is the site, and worthy of a noble monument; behind looms the grey pyramid, symbol of the world’s age, and filled with memories of the sphinx, and the lotus leaf, and the glories of old Nile; in front is the Monte Testaccio, built, it is said, with the broken fragments of the vessels in which all the nations of the East and the West brought their tribute to Rome; and a little distance off, along the slope of the hill under the Aurelian wall, some tall gaunt cypresses rise, like burnt-out funeral torches, to mark the spot where Shelley’s heart (that ‘heart of hearts’!) lies in the earth; and, above all, the soil on which we tread is very Rome!"

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