The Calendar: A Quarterly Review, Volume 4Edgell Rickword Calendar Press Limited, 1927 |
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æsthetic anthologist anthology artist burning C. M. DOUGHTY CHIG UNIV UNIV criticism D. H. LAWRENCE dark dead Dostoievsky Doughty Doughty's DOUGLAS GARMAN EDWIN MUIR Eglantine Eglantine's Ellen English epic Eudokia Fiodorovna eyes Father feel Fernandez Fiodia fire girl hands heart Heaven human ideal anthologist imagination Kourdiukov Lewis Lewis's light literary living look lyric Maikop masque Megroz ment Meredith's MIC UNIV MICHI UNIV MICHI UNIV UNIV mind neo-classicism never nice nigger night novel old believer old lady ordinary Peep Show person philosophic poem poet poetry puppet showman rainbow reality ROY CAMPBELL Rozanov Russian Senka sense Simyon Timofeitch Sitwells SITY sort soul story thing Thou thought Tilby tion town truth UNIV MICHI UNIV MICHI UNIV UNIV UNIV RSITY UNIVE RSITY UNIV UNIVE UNIV UNIV verse voice W. J. TURNER White Fiokla whole William Plomer woman words write
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Page 1 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors : And the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory: The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates, even lift them up, ye everlasting doors : And the King of glory shall come in.
Page 129 - X 2 isn't intended for the empire, or indeed for the hands of any European power. We offered it to our own people first, but they would have nothing to do with me, and I have long since ceased to trouble much about such IV questions.
Page 13 - Dear heart how like you this?' It was no dream; I lay broad waking; But all is turned, thorough my gentleness, Into a strange fashion of forsaking; And I have leave to go of her goodness, And she also to use newfangleness. But since that I so kindly am served, I would fain know what she hath deserved.
Page 101 - A new voice hailed me of an old friend when, first returned from the Peninsula, I paced again in that long street of Damascus which is called Straight; and suddenly taking me wondering by the hand. "Tell me (said he), since thou art here again in the peace and assurance of Ullah, and whilst we walk, as in the former years, toward the new blossoming orchards, full of the sweet spring as the garden of God, what moved thee, or how couldst thou take such journeys into the fanatic Arabia?
Page 129 - I fell into thought that was nearly formless, into doubts and dreams that have no words, and it seemed good to me to drive ahead and on and on through the windy starlight, over the long black waves.
Page 129 - I think of anything beyond the purely personal aspects of my story,' says George, invoking for the last time the key-words of his descriptive frame, 'is a note of crumbling and confusion, of change and seemingly aimless swelling, of a bubbling up and medley of futile loves and sorrows'.
Page 128 - We tear into the great spaces of the future and the turbines fall to talking in unfamiliar tongues. Out to the open we go, to windy freedom and trackless ways. Light after light goes down. England and the Kingdom, Britain and the Empire, the old prides and the old devotions, glide abeam, astern, sink down upon the horizon, pass — pass. The river passes — London passes, England passes.
Page 129 - I do not know what it is, this something, except that it is supreme. It is a something, a quality, an element, one may find now in colours, now in forms, now in sounds, now in thoughts. It emerges from life with each year one lives and feels, and generation by generation and age by age, but the how and why of it are all beyond the compass of my mind.
Page 111 - Slinks in our track with yellow fangs. And it is sweet at times to hear, Out of the turf we trod, Hysterical with pain and fear, The blood of Abel screech to God, Hurled shivering up through vaults immense Where, whirling round the empty sky, Green fossils of Omnipotence, The bones of his Creator fly. True sons of Africa are we, Though bastardized with culture, Indigenous, and wild, and free, As wolf, as pioneer and vulture — Yea, though for us the vision blearing No membrane nictitates the light,...