The Cream of the Jest: A Comedy of Evasions

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McBride, 1917 - Fiction - 250 pages
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Page 93 - COME to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again ! For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me ! Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth, Come now, and let me dream it truth ; And part my hair, and kiss my brow, And say : My love...
Page 221 - Alas ! the Sprite that haunts us Deceives our rash desire ; It whispers of the glorious gods, And leaves us in the mire.
Page 224 - which is bounded by Avalon and Phaeacia and Sea-coast Bohemia, and the contiguous forests of Arden and Broceliande, and on the west of course by the Hesperides...
Page 27 - There was once in a land very far away from this land — in my country — a writer of romances. And once he constructed a romance which, after a hackneyed custom of my country, he pretended to translate from an old manuscript written by an ancient clerk — called Horvendile.
Page 27 - Ettarre. I am that writer of romance. This room, this castle, all the broad rolling countryside without, is but a portion of my dream, and these places have no existence save in my fancies.
Page 173 - This was the measure of my soul's delight ; It had no power of joy to fly by day, Nor part in the large lordship of the light ; But in a secret moon-beholden way Had all its will of dreams and pleasant night, And all the love and life that sleepers may. But such life's triumph as men waking may It might not have to feed its faint delight...
Page 33 - And teach her fair steps to our earth: Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine: Meet you her, my wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye called my absent kisses.
Page 72 - People never want to be told anything they do not believe already. Yet I quite fail to see why, in books or elsewhere, any one should wish to be reminded of what human life is actually like. For living is the one art in which mankind has never achieved distinction. It is perhaps an obscure sense of this that makes us think the begetting of mankind an undiscussable subject, and death a sublime and edifying topic.
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Page 109 - Ettarre he loved, that ageless lovable and loving woman of whom all poets had been granted fitful broken glimpses, — dimly prefiguring her advent into his life too, with pallid and feeble visionings. But of this he was not ever sure; nor did he greatly care, now that he had his dreams. There was, be it repeated, no continuity in these dreams save that Ettarre was in each of them; that alone they had in common: but each dream conformed to certain general laws. For instance, there was never any confusion...

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