Sidelights on American LiteratureCentury Company, 1922 - 342 pages |
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... visions with tropic isles and far sea - rims , I was sailing a small centerboard skiff around San Francisco Bay and on the Oakland estuary . I wanted to go to sea . I wanted to get away from monotony and the commonplace . I was in the ...
... visions with tropic isles and far sea - rims , I was sailing a small centerboard skiff around San Francisco Bay and on the Oakland estuary . I wanted to go to sea . I wanted to get away from monotony and the commonplace . I was in the ...
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... appeared a vision . He stood in front of a gloomy tenement house . It was night - time , in the East End of London , and before him stood Margey , a She had put her lips going to kiss her . The Prophet of the Last Frontier 129.
... appeared a vision . He stood in front of a gloomy tenement house . It was night - time , in the East End of London , and before him stood Margey , a She had put her lips going to kiss her . The Prophet of the Last Frontier 129.
Page 130
... vision of what had happened in the long ago . His flesh was crawling as it crawled that night when she clung to him , and his heart was warm with pity . It was a gray scene , greasy gray , and the rain drizzled greasily on the pavement ...
... vision of what had happened in the long ago . His flesh was crawling as it crawled that night when she clung to him , and his heart was warm with pity . It was a gray scene , greasy gray , and the rain drizzled greasily on the pavement ...
Page 131
... vision . The South Sea tales do not leave so wholesome an impression as the earlier tales of the Arctic . He has chosen only the loathsome , the sensational , the unique ; and one feels that he has chosen them simply to make salable ...
... vision . The South Sea tales do not leave so wholesome an impression as the earlier tales of the Arctic . He has chosen only the loathsome , the sensational , the unique ; and one feels that he has chosen them simply to make salable ...
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... vision that had glorified his squalid boyhood : " It was only a little lad , but he had dreams of becoming a great musician and having all Europe at his feet . " It put the thrill of romance into all that he wrote , a thrill like that ...
... vision that had glorified his squalid boyhood : " It was only a little lad , but he had dreams of becoming a great musician and having all Europe at his feet . " It put the thrill of romance into all that he wrote , a thrill like that ...
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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.