The Double Dealer, Volumes 5-6Kraus Reprint Corporation, 1923 - Literature, Modern |
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Page 64
... smile and so nicely dressed with his thick blue suits square cut collars and curly - brimmed hats I do like a man to be particular about his linen like Julius is and his beard always kept trim Oh its hell to be buried in a hole like Low ...
... smile and so nicely dressed with his thick blue suits square cut collars and curly - brimmed hats I do like a man to be particular about his linen like Julius is and his beard always kept trim Oh its hell to be buried in a hole like Low ...
Page 74
... smile on his face and not seem to notice me at all . When he did talk , he often got quite carried away in his speech and made sweeping ges- tures with his hands and said , " Corbel , Corbel , Corbel , listen to this ! " And there would ...
... smile on his face and not seem to notice me at all . When he did talk , he often got quite carried away in his speech and made sweeping ges- tures with his hands and said , " Corbel , Corbel , Corbel , listen to this ! " And there would ...
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... smile and hear you saying gravely " Now the flowers may bloom . " Lying here in the unstirring darkness I try to remember the scents of the roses , and the way the wind pulled at my hair and stirred the folds of my garments , and my ...
... smile and hear you saying gravely " Now the flowers may bloom . " Lying here in the unstirring darkness I try to remember the scents of the roses , and the way the wind pulled at my hair and stirred the folds of my garments , and my ...
Page 94
... smiling at him ; the plait of her hair was thick as a rope of onions and as shining with the glint in it . Simon said to her : " I've been awalking , and I seem to have got a bit dampified like , just a touch o ' damp in the knees of my ...
... smiling at him ; the plait of her hair was thick as a rope of onions and as shining with the glint in it . Simon said to her : " I've been awalking , and I seem to have got a bit dampified like , just a touch o ' damp in the knees of my ...
Page 95
... world . " He begged her to direct him to the man Simon . The smiling girl gave him a good direc- tion , the joyful scholar hurried out and on , and in a score of minutes he was peeping in the fine hut , with his hand on SIMPLE SIMON 95.
... world . " He begged her to direct him to the man Simon . The smiling girl gave him a good direc- tion , the joyful scholar hurried out and on , and in a score of minutes he was peeping in the fine hut , with his hand on SIMPLE SIMON 95.
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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.