The Advance of the American Short StoryDodd, Mead, 1923 - 302 lappuses |
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34. lappuse
... dream landscape in the future . Washington Irving and Henry James found it in their " sense of the past . " It is pardonable for us to picture them strolling arm in arm through the Elysian fields , conversing upon the England both men ...
... dream landscape in the future . Washington Irving and Henry James found it in their " sense of the past . " It is pardonable for us to picture them strolling arm in arm through the Elysian fields , conversing upon the England both men ...
42. lappuse
... dreams and hopes , his frustrations and disillusions , and shown no repugnance to their publication during his own lifetime . To the psychologist these materials , as well as the diaries and other records published posthumously by his ...
... dreams and hopes , his frustrations and disillusions , and shown no repugnance to their publication during his own lifetime . To the psychologist these materials , as well as the diaries and other records published posthumously by his ...
45. lappuse
... while , I have occasionally been visited with a singular dream ; and I have an impression that I have 1 Woodberry . Nathaniel Hawthorne , 1902 , p . 17 . dreamed it ever since I have been in England . 45 AMERICAN SHORT STORY.
... while , I have occasionally been visited with a singular dream ; and I have an impression that I have 1 Woodberry . Nathaniel Hawthorne , 1902 , p . 17 . dreamed it ever since I have been in England . 45 AMERICAN SHORT STORY.
46. lappuse
... dream , re- curring all through these twenty or thirty years , must be one of the effects of that heavy seclusion in which I shut myself up for twelve years after leaving college , when everybody moved onward and left me behind . How ...
... dream , re- curring all through these twenty or thirty years , must be one of the effects of that heavy seclusion in which I shut myself up for twelve years after leaving college , when everybody moved onward and left me behind . How ...
48. lappuse
... dream , that the bed - clothes were spread beneath me ; and when I awoke ( in my dream ) I snatched them up , and the earth under them looked black , as if it had been burnt , -a square place , exactly the size of the bed- clothes . Yet ...
... dream , that the bed - clothes were spread beneath me ; and when I awoke ( in my dream ) I snatched them up , and the earth under them looked black , as if it had been burnt , -a square place , exactly the size of the bed- clothes . Yet ...
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179. lappuse - Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die The unexplained glory flies above them Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped...
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62. lappuse - Bartleby. But nothing stirred. I paused; then went close up to him; stooped over, and saw that his dim eyes were open; otherwise he seemed profoundly sleeping. Something prompted me to touch him. I felt his hand, when a tingling shiver ran up my arm and down my spine to my feet. The round face of the grub-man peered upon me now. "His dinner is ready. Won't he dine to-day, either? Or does he live without dining?" "Lives without dining,