The Double Dealer, Volumes 5-6Kraus Reprint Corporation, 1923 - Literature, Modern |
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... American poetry positively must read this volume or the two of which it is composed . John Gould Fletcher has struck some of the most beautiful chords in modern verse . JOHN MCCLURE . Books Received THE ROOM , by G. B. Stern . Knopf ...
... American poetry positively must read this volume or the two of which it is composed . John Gould Fletcher has struck some of the most beautiful chords in modern verse . JOHN MCCLURE . Books Received THE ROOM , by G. B. Stern . Knopf ...
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... America which saw only evil in Whitman , forbade the per- formance of Shaw's " Mrs. Warren's Profession , " and pounced more recently upon certain books by Dreiser , Law- rence , Cabell , and others . After witnessing this long to - be ...
... America which saw only evil in Whitman , forbade the per- formance of Shaw's " Mrs. Warren's Profession , " and pounced more recently upon certain books by Dreiser , Law- rence , Cabell , and others . After witnessing this long to - be ...
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... America , read a few lines from a book , stressing a few words which few words which otherwise used might be indecent , and expect the book to be barred from cir- culation ; it has been further estab- lished that the decency and dignity ...
... America , read a few lines from a book , stressing a few words which few words which otherwise used might be indecent , and expect the book to be barred from cir- culation ; it has been further estab- lished that the decency and dignity ...
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... AMERICAN LITERATURE . STAR POLLEN TO A GREENWICH VILLAGE AESTHETE . BOOKS RECEIVED Vol . V .Maxwell Bodenheim James Rorty 102 103 ..Alice Corbin 103 Cuthbert Wright 104 Richard Kirk 107 108 .Edwin Carlile Litsey 109 .Richard Kirk 114 ...
... AMERICAN LITERATURE . STAR POLLEN TO A GREENWICH VILLAGE AESTHETE . BOOKS RECEIVED Vol . V .Maxwell Bodenheim James Rorty 102 103 ..Alice Corbin 103 Cuthbert Wright 104 Richard Kirk 107 108 .Edwin Carlile Litsey 109 .Richard Kirk 114 ...
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... American dramatists . Perhaps a salu- tary manifestation in view of past per- formances . Even the musical comedy is going out , along with its strumpet sis- ter the burlesque show . What is taking place is no more than healthy reaction ...
... American dramatists . Perhaps a salu- tary manifestation in view of past per- formances . Even the musical comedy is going out , along with its strumpet sis- ter the burlesque show . What is taking place is no more than healthy reaction ...
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Page 174 - What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water.
Page 98 - LAST night ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Page 174 - Phlebas the Phoenician. a fortnight dead." Forgot the cry of gulls. and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool.
Page 101 - They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.
Page 205 - The Pasture I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long. — You come too. I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha'n't be gone long. — You come too.
Page 73 - Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.
Page 101 - I think poetry should surprise by a fine excess, and not by singularity ; it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
Page 99 - I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Page 161 - Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief...
Page 174 - April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.