The Double Dealer, Volumes 3-4Kraus Reprint Corporation, 1966 - American literature |
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... Sherwood Anderson 64 ... Oscar Williams 67 .Valma Clark 68 77 .Dominic D'Armes .Arthur Symons 78 Maxwell Bodenheim 84 T. P. Thompson 85 .James Feibleman 89 .Robert Maguire 90 .Martha Webster 95 .Lucile Rutland 96 .Louis Gilmore 99 ...
... Sherwood Anderson 64 ... Oscar Williams 67 .Valma Clark 68 77 .Dominic D'Armes .Arthur Symons 78 Maxwell Bodenheim 84 T. P. Thompson 85 .James Feibleman 89 .Robert Maguire 90 .Martha Webster 95 .Lucile Rutland 96 .Louis Gilmore 99 ...
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... SHERWOOD ANDERSON SEE you ,. or not , readily mouths his " alas " to him who has gone to the most nearly rival clåss . Somebody must be laughing at all this . It is too good a joke to be ignored by everybody . We human critters will ...
... SHERWOOD ANDERSON SEE you ,. or not , readily mouths his " alas " to him who has gone to the most nearly rival clåss . Somebody must be laughing at all this . It is too good a joke to be ignored by everybody . We human critters will ...
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I A New Testament By SHERWOOD ANDERSON SEE you , my beloved , sitting in a room beside me but I cannot speak to you . There is not time . You are young now but when I have turned my head to blow the smoke from before my eyes you shall ...
I A New Testament By SHERWOOD ANDERSON SEE you , my beloved , sitting in a room beside me but I cannot speak to you . There is not time . You are young now but when I have turned my head to blow the smoke from before my eyes you shall ...
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... Sherwood Anderson has suggested in a recent Bookman , the " sensitive , naive , hesitating Carl Sandburg , a Sandburg that hears the voice of the wind over the roofs of houses at night , a Sandburg that wanders often alone through grim ...
... Sherwood Anderson has suggested in a recent Bookman , the " sensitive , naive , hesitating Carl Sandburg , a Sandburg that hears the voice of the wind over the roofs of houses at night , a Sandburg that wanders often alone through grim ...
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... Sherwood Anderson 119 .Paul Eldridge 127 Edna Worthley Underwood 128 132 135 136 Jesse Hugo Feldman .Howard Mumford Jones .James J. McLoughlin 142 .Ivan T. Dowell 143 Oscar Williams 143 ..Louis Gilmore 144 .Maxwell Bodenheim 154 ...
... Sherwood Anderson 119 .Paul Eldridge 127 Edna Worthley Underwood 128 132 135 136 Jesse Hugo Feldman .Howard Mumford Jones .James J. McLoughlin 142 .Ivan T. Dowell 143 Oscar Williams 143 ..Louis Gilmore 144 .Maxwell Bodenheim 154 ...
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Page 141 - Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.
Page 270 - There died a myriad, And of the best, among them, For an old bitch gone in the teeth, For a botched civilization, Charm, smiling at the good mouth, Quick eyes gone under earth's lid, For two gross of broken statues, For a few thousand battered books.
Page 42 - I grow old ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
Page 219 - ... Was all that she had heard him say ; And he had lingered at the door So long that it seemed yesterday. Sick with a fear that had no form She knew that she was there at last ; And in the mill there was a warm And mealy fragrance of the past. What else there was would only seem To say again what he had meant ; And what was hanging from a beam Would not have heeded where she went.
Page 19 - Melville, as he always does, began to reason of Providence and futurity, and of everything that lies beyond human ken, and informed me that he had 'pretty much made up his mind to be annihilated;' but still he does not seem to rest in that anticipation, and, I think, will never rest until he gets hold of a definite belief. It is strange how he persists — and has persisted ever since I knew him, and probably long before — in wandering to and fro over these deserts, as dismal and monotonous as...
Page 9 - What I feel most moved to write, that is banned,— it will not pay. Yet, altogether, write the other way I cannot. So the product is a final hash, and all my books are botches.
Page 19 - He can neither believe, nor be comfortable in his unbelief; and he is too honest and courageous not to try to do one or the other.
Page 71 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven...
Page 70 - O western wind, when wilt thou blow, That the small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again!
Page 269 - The age demanded an image Of its accelerated grimace, Something for the modern stage, Not, at any rate, an Attic grace; Not, not certainly, the obscure reveries Of the inward gaze ; Better mendacities Than the classics in paraphrase I The "age demanded" chiefly a mould in plaster, Made with no loss of time, A prose kinema, not, not assuredly, alabaster Or the "sculpture