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The Insane Root
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Ah, leave the hills of Arcady, Thy satyrs and their wanton play, This modern world hath need of thee. This is the land where liberty Lit grave-browed Milton on his way, This modern world hath need of thee! A land of ancient chivalry Where gentle Sidney saw the day, Ah, leave the hills of Arcady! Then blow some trumpet loud and free, And give thine oaten pipe away, Ah, leave the hills of Arcady! This modern world hath need of thee!
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When she was young, Anna Summers married a wealthy American named Fraser Leath, whose one real passion was his collection of snuffboxes. Really! Wouldn't you just know how well that'd work out? And then Mr. Snuffbox snuffs it, and Anna runs into an old acquaintance, George Darrow, who still wants to marry her. Until he gets involved with a poor girl named Sophie Viner . . . It sounds like the stuff of soap opera, but this is an Edith Wharton novel. And it really is something special, even if the plot does sound like something from The Days of Our Lives. If you haven't read Edith Wharton, you're in for a treat.
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Ethan Frome is a tale remembered because exactly it speaks to something inside so many of us. It's the tale of an old man, shriveled at the heart -- and how he got to be that way. It's a tale of love conflicted and compounded -- a tale of tragedy and a lifetime of its aftermath. ETHAN FROME
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De Profundis does not resemble any of the other works that made Wilde famous; and it's a work that often seems to make critics uncomfortable. Perhaps justly so: in the end it's a response to Wilde's imprisonment for homosexuality. In our modern context, that makes the work easy to look away from -- but it also speaks to things that concern and disturb many people, even today.
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Clara Reeve (1729-1807), novelist, was the author of several novels, of which only one is remembered -- The Old English Baron (1777), written in imitation of, or rivalry with, the Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole, 4th Earl of Orford, with which it has often been printed. Her novel has noticeably influenced Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Her innovative history of prose fiction, The Progress of Romance (1785), can be regarded generally as a precursor to modern histories of the novel and specifically as upholding the tradition of female literary history.
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In 1922, when Talbot Mundy published this novel in the magazine Adventure, its readers voted it best novel of the year. And that's not surprising: Caves of Terror is a fast-paced, riveting tale. Athelstan King (hero of Mundy's early classic King -- of the Khyber Rifles ) and burly and down-to-earth American Jeff Ramsden follow the gray mahatma through a series of caves beneath an ancient temple, revealing different levels of wisdom and the limitations and tortures of those stranded at any one level. And at the end of their quest through this Dantean Inferno waits death . . .
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Dunsany's Preface to this book is brief in the extreme: I hope for this book that it may come into the hands of those that were kind to my others and that it may not disappoint them. -- Lord Dunsany But the contents of this little volume are pretty special, and include Poltarnees, Beholder of Ocean, Blagdaross, The Madness of Andelsprutz, Where the Tides Ebb and Flow, Bethmoora, Idle Days on the Yann, The Sword and the Idol, The Idle City, The Hashish Man, Poor Old Bill, The Beggars, Carcassonne, In Zaccarath, The Field, The Day of the Poll, and The Unhappy Body.
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Intentions
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The Birth of the LandFor a thousand years the Devil crouched On the white hot flags of hell: For a thousand years the Devil cursed The imps that had chained him well; For a thousand years the Devil sulked And planned with his hell-trained brainOf the things he'd do, when his term was thru, And freed from the blistering chain.He'd even the score with the men of earth, And give them back pain for pain, For all of the days he had felt the blaze And the sear of th galling chain.And it came to pass when his time was up And hell's gates were opened wideThat all hell rang, and the clinkered imps sang When the Devil passed Outside.
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