Sidelights on American LiteratureCentury Company, 1922 - 342 pages |
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... never had been a cow - boy at all , at least not a rider of horses . During his eleven years in Texas he had been for the most of the time a newspaper re- porter and a clerk , his last clerkship in a bank . Accused of too great freedom ...
... never had been a cow - boy at all , at least not a rider of horses . During his eleven years in Texas he had been for the most of the time a newspaper re- porter and a clerk , his last clerkship in a bank . Accused of too great freedom ...
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... never in it - hovers an ethereal aura , an effluvium so rarefied and delicate that only the Society for Psy- chical Research could note its origin . Do not say that garlic is in the fish at El Refugio . It is not otherwise than as if ...
... never in it - hovers an ethereal aura , an effluvium so rarefied and delicate that only the Society for Psy- chical Research could note its origin . Do not say that garlic is in the fish at El Refugio . It is not otherwise than as if ...
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... never stood still between Oporto and El Refugio— ah , Dios ! And here is a tropical sunset : The day died in the lagoons and in the shadowed banana groves and in the mangrove swamps , where the great blue crabs were beginning to crawl ...
... never stood still between Oporto and El Refugio— ah , Dios ! And here is a tropical sunset : The day died in the lagoons and in the shadowed banana groves and in the mangrove swamps , where the great blue crabs were beginning to crawl ...
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... Never can we trust him . His tale of Southern life , " The Guardian of the Accolade , " beguiles us . It rings true ; it is exquisitely told . Uncle Bushrod is as feelingly and convincingly drawn as any before- the - war negro in recent ...
... Never can we trust him . His tale of Southern life , " The Guardian of the Accolade , " beguiles us . It rings true ; it is exquisitely told . Uncle Bushrod is as feelingly and convincingly drawn as any before- the - war negro in recent ...
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... never really serious . Everywhere the cap and bells . In " The Door of Unrest " we have a central idea worthy of Hawthorne , but it is em- broidered with cheapness . It is pure linen edged with bunting . III Before one has finished even ...
... never really serious . Everywhere the cap and bells . In " The Door of Unrest " we have a central idea worthy of Hawthorne , but it is em- broidered with cheapness . It is pure linen edged with bunting . III Before one has finished even ...
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Page 308 - While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft. In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world...
Page 338 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Page 27 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
Page 341 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom — And conquered her scruples and gloom ; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tombBy the door of a legended tomb ; And I said—" What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb...
Page 125 - My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word to make you hear, to make you feel — it is, before all, to make you see.
Page 236 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Page 138 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception— which is truth.
Page 296 - Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon ; Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon ! 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrow shall assuage ; " Our Father and our Saviour live : Christ is the same through every age.
Page 339 - Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul — Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll, As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole, That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek" In the realms of the boreal pole.
Page 307 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.