 Peter Quince at the Clavier": Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not sound; And thus it is that what I feel, Here in this room, desiring you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed...  Painting and Poetry: Form, Metaphor, and the Language of Literature - Strona 208autor: Franklin R. Rogers, Mary Ann Rogers - 1985 - Liczba stron: 248Ograniczony podgląd - Informacje o książce
 | Alfred Kreymborg - 1916 - Liczba stron: 164
...and go-betweens to wash blood off bloodmoney before it gets to them. PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - 1917 - Liczba stron: 490
...body and soul of change; Beauty, eternal fugitive, Seeks the home that we cannot give. Wallace Stevens PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER Just as my fingers on...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - 1917 - Liczba stron: 458
...eternal fugitive, Seeks the home that we cannot give. Wallace Stevens PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
 | Harriet Monroe and Alice Corbin Henderson - 1917 - Liczba stron: 452
...eternal fugitive, Seeks the home that we cannot give. Wallace Stevens PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - 1917 - Liczba stron: 478
...eternal fugitive, Seeks the home that we cannot give. Wallace Stevens PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1921 - Liczba stron: 466
...more than skilful decorator and, like TS Eliot, combines irony and glamour in a highly original idiom. PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER Just as my fingers on...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1921 - Liczba stron: 464
...like TS Eliot, combines irony and glamour in a highly original idiom. PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
 | LOUIS UNTERMEYER - 1921 - Liczba stron: 594
...like TS Eliot, combines irony and glamour in a highly original idiom. PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1921 - Liczba stron: 470
...like TS Eliot, combines irony and glamour in a highly original idiom. PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER i Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1921 - Liczba stron: 482
...like TS Eliot, combines irony and glamour in a highly original idiom. PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the...you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna: Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed... | |
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