The Bookman: A Literary Journal, Том 47Dodd, Mead and Company, 1918 |
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... writer . I divide authors into two classes - genuine artists , and educated men who wish to earn enough to let them live ... write this present version . I was now in another hemisphere and the world was at war . By a happy chance I laid ...
... writer . I divide authors into two classes - genuine artists , and educated men who wish to earn enough to let them live ... write this present version . I was now in another hemisphere and the world was at war . By a happy chance I laid ...
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... write . I would walk through the city and sit in her gar- dens ; and the story grew . I found ob- scure cafés where I could sit with coffee and narghileḥ , and watch the Arabic letter - writers worming the thoughts from their ...
... write . I would walk through the city and sit in her gar- dens ; and the story grew . I found ob- scure cafés where I could sit with coffee and narghileḥ , and watch the Arabic letter - writers worming the thoughts from their ...
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... write . And Mr. Bizikas , the little old gentleman in the vivid tarbush , who was light- ing a very dirty tin lamp to assist the one candle in the oriental can- delabrum , had no objection . I have a feeling occasionally that here I ...
... write . And Mr. Bizikas , the little old gentleman in the vivid tarbush , who was light- ing a very dirty tin lamp to assist the one candle in the oriental can- delabrum , had no objection . I have a feeling occasionally that here I ...
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... write : How can we for an instant put up with the notion of literature as simply an escape from the actual , a cloister of quiet and re- lease ? How , especially , can we find any . thing but a mockery in the sentimentalism that infests ...
... write : How can we for an instant put up with the notion of literature as simply an escape from the actual , a cloister of quiet and re- lease ? How , especially , can we find any . thing but a mockery in the sentimentalism that infests ...
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... writer , the most beau- tiful performance on the operatic stage of to - day . The writer assumes no responsi- bility for recording a prevalent ru- mour to the effect that the Metropoli- tan has done all it could to impede the success of ...
... writer , the most beau- tiful performance on the operatic stage of to - day . The writer assumes no responsi- bility for recording a prevalent ru- mour to the effect that the Metropoli- tan has done all it could to impede the success of ...
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Страница 296 - And only the Master shall praise us. and only the Master shall blame: And no one shall work for money. and no one shall work for fame. But each for the joy of the working. and each. in his separate star. Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
Страница 548 - Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Страница 98 - In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row. That mark our place; and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead, short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Страница 432 - THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
Страница 65 - Even if we grant that exalted poetry can be kept successful by itself, the strong things of life are needed in poetry also, to show that what is exalted, or tender, is not made by feeble blood. It may almost be said that before verse can be human again it must learn to be brutal.
Страница 60 - What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer, until You have dried the marrow from the bone? For men were born to pray and save: Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Страница 128 - Booth led boldly with his big bass drum — (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) The Saints smiled gravely and they said: "He's come." (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb...
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Страница 129 - Master thro' the flag-filled air. Christ came gently with a robe and crown For Booth the soldier, while the throng knelt down. He saw King Jesus. They were face to face, And he knelt a-weeping in that holy place. Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Страница 69 - The heaped-up sods upon the fire, The pile of turf against the wall ! To have a clock with weights and chains And pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining delph, Speckled and white and blue and brown! I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on their shelf again My white and blue and speckled store! I could be quiet there at night Beside the fire and by myself, Sure of a bed and loth to leave The ticking clock and the shining delph!