Horne contends that such arguments may have a basis in the protofeminist writings of the period, suggesting it is no coincidence that this era witnessed the emergence of the first women professional poets. Although revisionist feminist critics tend to see eighteenth-century women poets as critical of companionate ideas such as dominion in marriage, Horne shows that most women poets, especially in the late eighteenth century, are as pro-companionate and pro-domesticity as the male poets. Horne's study not only includes poems by such familiar figures as Dryden, Pope, and Swift but also recovers a large number of little-known poems, many of them by women. The book thus has important implications for the reconsideration of the literary canon. Horne argues that attention to the ways in which canonical and noncanonical poets use - or fail to use - modes, formats, conventions, and myths can best help readers understand the shifting and problematic ideologies of companionship and domesticity
How did the 'flat' characters of eighteenth-century children's literature become 'round' by the mid-nineteenth? While previous critics have pointed to literary Romanticism for an explanation, Jackie C. Horne argues that this shift can be better understood by looking to the discipline of history. Eighteenth-century humanism believed the purpose of history was to teach private and public virtue by creating idealized readers to emulate. Eighteenth-century children's literature, with its impossibly perfect protagonists (and its equally imperfect villains) echoes history's exemplar goals. Exemplar history, however, came under increasing pressure during the period, and the resulting changes in historiographical practice - an increased need for reader engagement and the widening of history's purview to include the morals, manners, and material lives of everyday people - find their mirror in changes in fiction for children. Horne situates hitherto neglected Robinsonades, historical novels, and fictionalized histories within the cultural, social, and political contexts of the period to trace the ways in which idealized characters gradually gave way to protagonists who fostered readers' sympathetic engagement. Horne's study will be of interest to specialists in children's literature, the history of education, and book history.
The author examines the United States and European Union's use of anti-dumping laws to demonstrate that discriminatory treatment persists even a decade after the end of the Cold War. She argues that lingering Cold War beliefs about the trade threat posed by Communist countries continue to affect the method of implementing these trade remedy laws.
The Successful Dreamer" shows individuals how to not desire anything outside of their innate gifts and talents, and consequently live their dreams. This book is about being true to yourself and not worrying about opinions and societal expectations in regards to living your dreams.
What did you do with the money this week?" she asked her husband. "Woman, leave me the hell alone!" he shouted back angrily. "I'm sick and tired of your drinking. I'm sick and tired of your whoring around so, Mark! You need to pack your shit and get on out of here," she demanded. As soon as the words were out of her mouth he punched her, knocking her against the wall of the room. She was dazed from the blow to her head. She waited for the next kick or punch to come, but for some reason it didn't. She fought to clear hear head and focus her eyes as she saw the bright red blood on her face which she immediately assumed was her own. She heard a sound of pain and the rumble of a beating followed by the unmistakable sound of bone breaking. She thought she was dreaming and that she the impact from his punch had her mind wandering. When her head finally cleared she saw who had screamed out in pain as well as where the blood was truly coming from. Her two sons and her nephews all swung baseball bats as they beat the shit out of her husband. His arm hung to his side broken, yet still attempting to protect himself. She flung herself from the wall to stop them before they managed to beat him to death. As they lifted their bats above their heads to swing again, she leapt over her husband's still body because she realized that if she didn't stop the beating then they would surely kill him. "Don't!" she cried. "Please, don't." She begged them to stop. "Let us kill this nigga and pay him back for all the shit he's done to you," Frank said angrily. "No!" she screamed. "You'll all go to prison if you kill him," she reasoned with them. "Mom, if it means that he never harms you again then I'd gladly go to prison," Billy replied heatedly. "No. Please, no! Don't do it. I can't let you do it," she said frantically. Frank knelt down to look into his father's mean eyes filled with pain and terror, yet now they showed no signs of drunkenness. Frank pushed the side of his father's head with the bloody baseball bat in his tight grip. "Can you hear me, Pops?" he asked calmly. His father didn't speak but his eyes showed that even in his pain he understood. "In your lifetime neither I nor any of us ever want you to speak to us again and if you ever again put your hands on Moms then I'm coming for you. The next time I come I'm going to put a bullet between your eyes and send you to hell where your maggot ass belongs. Do you understand me, Pops?" Frank asked. "I want to kill you so bad but here's a woman you've dogged for years laying in your blood begging for your life. I should kill your ass anyway." "No," his mother cried. "Don't do it, Frank. Please." Frank stood but then dropped right back to his knees. He dug his hands into his father's work pants pockets and pulled out a roll of folded bills which he gave to his mother. As the group of boys turned to leave, Billy stopped and said, "Remember, man...if she even gets a bump on her face or a scratch then you're a dead nigga." With that the four of them left the house as their mother ran to the phone to call an ambulance. After that night they never lived at home again but they constantly checked on their mother. For the rest of his life, their father never took another drink and for the rest of their lives they never acknowledged him again.
THIS book makes no pretension to be a full and detailed history of the London Missionary Society. A work, on a scale worthy of the subject, is in preparation, and may shortly be expected from the competent hands of the Rev. R. Lovett. It is the hope of the present writer that such an interest in the story he has tried to tell may be awakened by reading this volume, as will lead many to study Mr. Lovett's history who otherwise might not have done so. To enumerate all the writers to whom the author has been indebted for information regarding the various fields of labour would be impossible.
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