... at one of the meetings of the Rhymers' Club, in an upper room of the Cheshire Cheese, where long clay pipes lay in slim heaps on the wooden tables, ...
... what was most sordidly riotous in it. It was his own way of escape from life. To Dowson, as to all those who have not been content to ask unlikely ...
... of verse was the line of Poe:. The viol, the violet, and the vine. and the gracious, not remote or unreal beauty, which clings about such words ...
... heart was beating,. Like a fluttered, frightened dove. Do you ever remember, Yvonne. That first faint flush of love. In the fulness of midsummer,. When ...
... some honour tarrieth for thee._. As tarrieth, I said, for sure, the grave.. For I had pondered on a rune of roses,. Which to her ...
... can never be a friend of night. I never felt my solitude before-. Once safe at home, I will return no more. Yet the commandment of ...
... long ere this. THE LADY. There was enough betrothal in my kiss. What need of further oaths. PIERROT. That bound not thee. THE LADY. Peace. ...
... in my sorry heart:. What. there was no treason. This grief hath no reason. Nay. the more desolate,. Because, I know not why,. (Neither ...
... places, pregnant with rheumatism-at best they are full of ghosts. And a good many revenants visited me during that hour of meditation. Afterwards I ...
... remarked, vaguely, 'most unhappy. Her second marriage promised greater felicity.'. Mr. Venables looked at me curiously. 'I understood,' he began, ...
... meant for me, although it was couched in such ambiguous terms that until to-day the possibility of this error never dawned on me. And my letter, the ...
... with the enjoyment of the painter, finding it charming: the girl's, a little absently, as one who had seen it very often before. She was pretty ...
... increasing gravity. 'Consider what a transplantation from this world of Ploumariel where everything is fixed for her by that venerable oldCur? where ...
... the magnificence of the music, the fine impression of the whole. M. Cristich, his glass in hand, nodded approval. He looked intently into the fire, ...
... on my bed, and had sat down to watch by her and presently I too fell asleep. I do not know how long I slept but when I woke there was a gray light in ...
... recollections it has aroused. How vividly it brings it all back. Though I am a rich man now, and so comfortably domiciled though the fashionable ...
... and a distinctclient?le Children playing with their bonnes in the gardens of the Tuileries and the Luxembourg were her most productive patrons. Of ...
... to me it was never a dead thing, that even when it hung hopelessly out of my reach, in the window of M. Boudinot, before ever it had given out wild, impassioned ...
... I am not forty yet, and with the moderate life I lead I may live to play Stradivarius for another thirty years. There is always the hope, too, ...
... strength. The notion of the woman, which now she was, came between him and the girl whom he had loved, whom he still loved with passion, and separated ...