The Double Dealer, Volumes 5-6Kraus Reprint Corporation, 1923 - Literature, Modern |
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... less One ! VOICE Too morbid . VOICE Is it really ethical ? VOICE Less ethical than moral , I should say . Deep ! VOICE VOICE dangles ; out of a third a snake wrig- gles ) . I am I ! The nameless one with many names ! VOICE Clever ...
... less One ! VOICE Too morbid . VOICE Is it really ethical ? VOICE Less ethical than moral , I should say . Deep ! VOICE VOICE dangles ; out of a third a snake wrig- gles ) . I am I ! The nameless one with many names ! VOICE Clever ...
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... less spectacular members of the animal kingdom , except for the birds ! As regards these latter the poet lets himself loose as to gorgeousness of plumage and of nomenclature . And there are many adorable , dirty children and a few clean ...
... less spectacular members of the animal kingdom , except for the birds ! As regards these latter the poet lets himself loose as to gorgeousness of plumage and of nomenclature . And there are many adorable , dirty children and a few clean ...
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... less thorough and impartial historians have been in the habit of placing it . The book opens with a really superb essay on Napoleon I and the origin and growth of Bonapartism . Then we meet the future Napoleon III as a child ; as a ...
... less thorough and impartial historians have been in the habit of placing it . The book opens with a really superb essay on Napoleon I and the origin and growth of Bonapartism . Then we meet the future Napoleon III as a child ; as a ...
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... less im- proving , than the gleaming monument of good intentions with which Prince Albert had obliterated Hyde Park four years before . It was a rustling age of millinery and dance music .... and the town was beginning to sway to that ...
... less im- proving , than the gleaming monument of good intentions with which Prince Albert had obliterated Hyde Park four years before . It was a rustling age of millinery and dance music .... and the town was beginning to sway to that ...
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... less between husband and wife ? " " Then hit her a lick and leave her . " " " Tis beating only makes the heart grow fonder , Seumas , and leave her I can't . " " And why not ? " " Tis her gentleness holds me , Seu- mas , her weakness ...
... less between husband and wife ? " " Then hit her a lick and leave her . " " " Tis beating only makes the heart grow fonder , Seumas , and leave her I can't . " " And why not ? " " Tis her gentleness holds me , Seu- mas , her weakness ...
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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.