tailieunhanh - Child of a Century, Complete

A poet has no right to play fast and loose with his genius. It does not belong to him, it belongs to the Almighty; it belongs to the world and to a coming generation. At thirty De Musset was already an old man, seeking in artificial stimuli the youth that would not spring again. Coming from a literary family the zeal of his house had eaten him up; his passion had burned itself out and his heart with it. He had done his work; it mattered little to him or to literature whether the curtain fell on his life's drama in 1841 or in. | 1 CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER IX CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV a Century Complete by Alfred de Musset 2 CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI a Century Complete by Alfred de Musset Project Gutenberg s Child of a Century Complete by Alfred de Musset This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title Child of a Century Complete Author Alfred de Musset Release Date October 5 2006 EBook 3942 Language English Character set encoding ASCII START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHILD OF A CENTURY COMPLETE Produced by David Widger CONFESSION OF A CHILD OF THE CENTURY Confession d un Enfant du Siecle By ALFRED DE MUSSET With a Preface by HENRI DE BORNIER of the French Academy ALFRED DE MUSSET A poet has no right to play fast and loose with his genius. It does not belong to him it belongs to the Almighty it belongs to the world and to a coming generation. At thirty De Musset was already an old man seeking in artificial stimuli the youth that would not spring again. Coming from a literary family the zeal of his house had eaten him up his passion had burned itself out and his heart with it. He had done his work it mattered little to him or to literature whether the curtain fell on his life s drama in 1841 or in 1857. Alfred de Musset by virtue of his genial ironical temperament eminently clear brain and undying achievements belongs to the great poets of the ages. We to-day do not approve the timbre of his epoch that impertinent somewhat irritant mask that redundant rhetoric that occasional disdain for the metre. Yet he remains the .