The Yale Literary Magazine, المجلد 80Herrick & Noyes., 1914 |
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... door . ) THE WOMAN : Don't come up , please ! ( A pause ) Are you coming up ? ( A young man , out of breath , enters . ) THE WOMAN : You cannot excuse yourself - don't try to say anything , because no matter what you say you cannot make ...
... door . ) THE WOMAN : Don't come up , please ! ( A pause ) Are you coming up ? ( A young man , out of breath , enters . ) THE WOMAN : You cannot excuse yourself - don't try to say anything , because no matter what you say you cannot make ...
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... door . ) SYLVIA : Hugh , someone has followed us ! HUGH : Don't interrupt me - I just thought of something to say . Your hair— SYLVIA : It may be Rutherford ! HUGH : Never mind , dear , the door is locked . ( The person who is knocking ...
... door . ) SYLVIA : Hugh , someone has followed us ! HUGH : Don't interrupt me - I just thought of something to say . Your hair— SYLVIA : It may be Rutherford ! HUGH : Never mind , dear , the door is locked . ( The person who is knocking ...
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... — and take my horse ; he is standing by the side entrance . You can reach it by the door on the left . Hugh and I will wait for Rutherford . HUGH : This is very thoughtful of you , Diana 16 [ 709 Yale Literary Magazine .
... — and take my horse ; he is standing by the side entrance . You can reach it by the door on the left . Hugh and I will wait for Rutherford . HUGH : This is very thoughtful of you , Diana 16 [ 709 Yale Literary Magazine .
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... door . ) You have forced me to ask you to protect me , Hugh , and you have re- fused ! I am going ! ( She goes out , a moment later opens the door . ) I give you to Diana - hot water ! ( She closes the door with a bang . ) HUGH : My ...
... door . ) You have forced me to ask you to protect me , Hugh , and you have re- fused ! I am going ! ( She goes out , a moment later opens the door . ) I give you to Diana - hot water ! ( She closes the door with a bang . ) HUGH : My ...
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... door , these days , where a modern demonology are cleaning the gleaming letters in a frame on a marble table ; never see through a second - story window , some old journey- man printer putting letters by hand into a nickel stick , than ...
... door , these days , where a modern demonology are cleaning the gleaming letters in a frame on a marble table ; never see through a second - story window , some old journey- man printer putting letters by hand into a nickel stick , than ...
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الصفحة 428 - 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. I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine; And I am desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea hungry...
الصفحة 220 - Know you what it is to be a child ? It is to be something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters, of baptism...
الصفحة 221 - The universe is his box of toys. He dabbles his fingers in the day-fall. He is gold-dusty with tumbling amidst the stars. He makes bright mischief with the moon. The meteors muzzle their noses in his hand.
الصفحة 220 - They at least are for me, surely for me! I turned me to them very wistfully; But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair With dawning answers there, Their angel plucked them from me by the hair. "Come then, ye other children, Nature's— share With me...
الصفحة 67 - Lingers and lolls, loth to be done with day: Gifting the long, lean, lanky street And its abounding confluences of being With aspects generous and bland; Making a thousand harnesses to shine As with new ore from some enchanted mine, And every horse's coat so full of sheen He looks new-tailored, and every 'bus feels clean, And never a hansom but is worth the feeing; And every jeweller within the pale Offers a real Arabian Night for sale...
الصفحة 70 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
الصفحة 368 - Here, as everywhere, the Unfulfilled Intention, which makes life what it is, was as obvious as it could be among the depraved crowds of a city slum. The leaf was deformed, the curve was crippled, the taper was interrupted ; the lichen ate the vigour of the stalk, and the ivy slowly strangled to death the promising sapling.
الصفحة 221 - Come then, ye other children, Nature's — share With me' (said I) 'your delicate fellowship; Let me greet you lip to lip, Let me twine with you caresses, Wantoning With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses, Banqueting With her in her wind-walled palace, Underneath her azured dais, Quaffing, as your taintless way is, From a chalice Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring.
الصفحة 220 - ... it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul; it is to live in a nutshell and to count yourself the king of infinite space...
الصفحة 38 - I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said; "Wait on, wait on, while I ride below! I shall start a heron soon In the marsh beneath the moon — A strange white heron rising with silver on its wings, Rising and crying Wordless, wondrous things; The secret of the stars, of the world's heart-strings The answer to their woe. Then stoop thou upon him, and grip and hold him so!