The Lamp, 27 tomasCharles Scribner's Sons, 1904 |
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... heart does not elaborately explain his discoveries , because he does not think they are discoveries . He thinks that the whole street is humming with his ideas , and that the postman and the tailor are poets like 20 THE LAMP.
... heart does not elaborately explain his discoveries , because he does not think they are discoveries . He thinks that the whole street is humming with his ideas , and that the postman and the tailor are poets like 20 THE LAMP.
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... Heart " at the Lyceum in 1889 as a lad of sixteen ) ; and , thirdly , his instinct for pictorial art . The mere art of acting , even as learned in the magnificent school of Henry Irving , to whom Mr. Craig owes a heavy debt of gratitude ...
... Heart " at the Lyceum in 1889 as a lad of sixteen ) ; and , thirdly , his instinct for pictorial art . The mere art of acting , even as learned in the magnificent school of Henry Irving , to whom Mr. Craig owes a heavy debt of gratitude ...
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... heart of the people . " In England these exotic plays usually take as the battle - field of conflict various phases of the sex ques- tion , for only a few of them , such as " Widowers ' Houses , " by Mr. George Bernard Shaw , have ...
... heart of the people . " In England these exotic plays usually take as the battle - field of conflict various phases of the sex ques- tion , for only a few of them , such as " Widowers ' Houses , " by Mr. George Bernard Shaw , have ...
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... heart - this quaint old room , filled with music , firelight , and human souls . It is pleasant to think of him , enjoying it and steeping every fibre with the poetry of it all . Back of this delightful room is one of the most inviting ...
... heart - this quaint old room , filled with music , firelight , and human souls . It is pleasant to think of him , enjoying it and steeping every fibre with the poetry of it all . Back of this delightful room is one of the most inviting ...
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... heart- strings , and afterward , when you are . mingling with the rushing whirl of life , your thoughts of it always end in a long- ing to return . WITH the death , something over WI a year ago , of Mr. Robert W. Lowe , of London , the ...
... heart- strings , and afterward , when you are . mingling with the rushing whirl of life , your thoughts of it always end in a long- ing to return . WITH the death , something over WI a year ago , of Mr. Robert W. Lowe , of London , the ...
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200 psl. - He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet...
124 psl. - And in at the windows and in at the door, And through the walls by thousands they pour, And down from the ceiling and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to...
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53 psl. - ... is probably to be sought in the common intercourse of life, among those who speak only to be understood, without ambition of elegance.
211 psl. - ... like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah ! wanton, will ye...
211 psl. - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.