The Double Dealer, Volumes 5-6Kraus Reprint Corporation, 1923 - Literature, Modern |
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... ( Turning her pocket . ) I haven't an- other coin . GYPSY WOMAN ( Satisfied , takes away the two sil ver coins . ) You will live long - very long - see - two queens together — a double life a hundred years . BEGGAR WOMAN ( Delighted ...
... ( Turning her pocket . ) I haven't an- other coin . GYPSY WOMAN ( Satisfied , takes away the two sil ver coins . ) You will live long - very long - see - two queens together — a double life a hundred years . BEGGAR WOMAN ( Delighted ...
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... turned her eye this way - just now ? Rare - fashioned for these parts , icod ! Is my Feather flaunting ? I'll be after her ; It's April since I've kissed as fair a face . Don't smile , you humbug ; but I saw her first , You have no ...
... turned her eye this way - just now ? Rare - fashioned for these parts , icod ! Is my Feather flaunting ? I'll be after her ; It's April since I've kissed as fair a face . Don't smile , you humbug ; but I saw her first , You have no ...
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... turned re- spectable Whoever could sleep with men like Mr. Wren and Mr. Rams- botham Their wives dont seem to mind They say all cats are grey by night but the blackest night wouldnt make men like them lively and any- way that tale was ...
... turned re- spectable Whoever could sleep with men like Mr. Wren and Mr. Rams- botham Their wives dont seem to mind They say all cats are grey by night but the blackest night wouldnt make men like them lively and any- way that tale was ...
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... turned out , he did not have closer to it . T Nurmahal By ELIZABETH J. COATSWORTH HERE was one who. During the spring , it was as if there was no such man as Holcomb as a part of the school . The impassive face had become as familiar and ...
... turned out , he did not have closer to it . T Nurmahal By ELIZABETH J. COATSWORTH HERE was one who. During the spring , it was as if there was no such man as Holcomb as a part of the school . The impassive face had become as familiar and ...
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... turned is really the plot of the novel ; the return to Venice which occurs in the last chapter being only a postlude , " Casanova's Last Ad- venture " ( last at the time of writing ) would be a more pertinent title than the actual ...
... turned is really the plot of the novel ; the return to Venice which occurs in the last chapter being only a postlude , " Casanova's Last Ad- venture " ( last at the time of writing ) would be a more pertinent title than the actual ...
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Alfoxden American Antoine Arthur Machen artist beautiful BEGGAR WOMAN believe child color COLUMBINE Conte D. H. Lawrence dancing Danko dark dead door dream Ernest Bramah eyes face father feel feet flowers give GLOVER Gorky Grasmere GYPSY hand head hear heart innocence Jean Toomer JESTER JOHNSON JUDD Julius Knopf lady Latino laugh laughter light literature live look MAXWELL BODENHEIM ment Miguev moon MUNA LEE ness never night novel Odéon once Paris PAUL ELDRIDGE perhaps PIERROT play poems poetry poets REMUS NEWTON Roses says Seumas Seltzer sense shadow Sherwood Anderson short story Simon sing smile song soul stars strange street sure T. S. Eliot talk Terrance Théâtre Libre thing Thomas Seltzer thought tion Translated trees verse VOICE VOICE volume Waldo Frank walk wind wonder words Wormling writes young
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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.