The Double Dealer, Volumes 7-8Kraus Reprint Corporation, 1924 - Literature, Modern |
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ALCHEMIST American Amy Lowell Anderson artist Barren Leaves beauty called Carl Sandburg characters counter-sound critic dance dark dead death Don Biagio dream Durtal earth emotion EUSEBIUS eyes face feel feet GILBERT girl grass hair hands head heard heart holy Johannes JOHN MCCLURE John O'Keefe Katherine Mansfield laughed Leonard LEWIS light literary literature living looked MASTERS ment METRODORUS mind modern nature ness never night novel Orleans Pensax perhaps PETRONIUS play poems poet poetry PORPHYRY POUND race reader rhythm ROBSON ROSSER Sandburg scene seems Sherwood Anderson Sinclair Lewis singing song sonnets soul spirit story strange streets sweet T. S. Eliot tell things Thomas Seltzer Thoreau thought tion tragedy truth ture unity Upton Sinclair verse walk Whitman WILLIAM FAULKNER wind woman words writing young
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Page 50 - said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor. And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head: And he smote upon the door again a second time;
Page 47 - Weep you no more, sad fountains : — What need you flow so fast ? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste ! But my Sun's heavenly eyes View not your weeping, That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies, Sleeping. Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets : — Doth not the sun rise smiling, When fair at even he sets ? — Rest you, then, rest, sad eyes ! Melt not in weeping ! While She lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies, Sleeping 1 Anon.
Page 47 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Page 36 - Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear. THE HEART ASKS PLEASURE FIRST...
Page 48 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays With me, . Now with his feet.
Page 341 - That arm is wrongly put - and there again A fault to pardon in the drawing's lines, Its body, so to speak: its soul is right, He means right - that, a child may understand. Still, what an arm! and I could alter it: But all the play, the insight and the stretch — Out of me, out of me!
Page 152 - Oread WHIRL UP, sea — whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us, cover us with your pools of fir.
Page 36 - This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me — The simple News that Nature told — With tender Majesty Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see — For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen — Judge tenderly — of Me...
Page 51 - To HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Page 51 - WHY did you melt your waxen man, Sister Helen ? To-day is the third since you began.' ' The time was long, yet the time ran, Little brother.' (O Mother, Mary Mother, Three days to-day, between Hell and Heaven /) ' But if you have done your work aright, Sister Helen, You'll let me play, for you said I might.