The Double Dealer, Volumes 5-6Kraus Reprint Corporation, 1923 - Literature, Modern |
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... writing , perhaps unconsciously , in natu- ral cadences , the length or brevity of the swing usually adapted admirably to the particular image . Her subjects cover almost everything that touched her experience , though , like her ...
... writing , perhaps unconsciously , in natu- ral cadences , the length or brevity of the swing usually adapted admirably to the particular image . Her subjects cover almost everything that touched her experience , though , like her ...
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... writing . The following poems are quoted from the journals without material change . In many instances the first person sin- gular and the present tense have been substituted for the first person plural and the past tense . Sometimes it ...
... writing . The following poems are quoted from the journals without material change . In many instances the first person sin- gular and the present tense have been substituted for the first person plural and the past tense . Sometimes it ...
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... writes with a curi- ously intimate and authoritative knowl- edge as though he himself had lived through the whole " gas - lit tragedy of the Second Empire " and had known more truly than is possible in real life the originals of his ...
... writes with a curi- ously intimate and authoritative knowl- edge as though he himself had lived through the whole " gas - lit tragedy of the Second Empire " and had known more truly than is possible in real life the originals of his ...
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... And dead things are its floor . Mr. Powys writes with a careful eye on his rhymes . A forced metrical scheme , such as he uses in " The Face , " makes one realize that there is more of a case to be made out for free verse REVIEWS 41.
... And dead things are its floor . Mr. Powys writes with a careful eye on his rhymes . A forced metrical scheme , such as he uses in " The Face , " makes one realize that there is more of a case to be made out for free verse REVIEWS 41.
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... writer . It is a kind of work like " Die Meister- singer " or " Les Contes Drolatiques , " a ferment , long brewing in the mind , but held in check until the writer is power- ful enough to produce it . The entire book is laid in a model ...
... writer . It is a kind of work like " Die Meister- singer " or " Les Contes Drolatiques , " a ferment , long brewing in the mind , but held in check until the writer is power- ful enough to produce it . The entire book is laid in a model ...
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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.