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Dream-Pedlary

[No Book Data for this Book Number] if there were dreams to sell, what would you buy? some cost a passing bell, some a light sigh, that shakes from life’s fresh crown only a rose-leaf down. if there were dreams to sell, merry and sad to tell, and the crier rung the bell, what would you buy? a cottage lone and still, with bowers nigh, shadowy, my woes to still, until i die. such a pearl from life’s fresh crown tain would i shake me down. were dreams to have a will, this would best hear my ill, this would i buy. but there were dreams to sell in didst thou buy; life is a dream, they tell, waking to die. dreaming a dream to prize, in wishing ghosts to rise, and, if i had the spell to call the buried well which one would i? if there are ghosts to raise, what shall i call, out of hell’s murky haze, heaven’s blue pall? raise my loved long-lost boy to lead me to his joy. – there are no ghosts to raise; out of death lead no ways; vain is the call. knowst thou not ghosts to sue? no love thou hast. else lie, as i will do, and breathe thy last. so out of life’s fresh crown fall like a rose-leaf down. thus are the ghosts to woo;...

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The Implied Reader

The act of reading: a theory of aesthetic responseWolfgang Iser; Johns Hopkins University Press 1978WorldCat•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  …and it is only when we have outstripped our preconceptions and left the shelter of the familiar, that we are in a position to gather new experiences. And now you could read... If On A Winter’s Night A Traveller Proust and the Squid Introduction to The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2007 Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep Conversations with Goethe Logicomix Tags: new experiences, preconceptions, reading, shelter of the familiar, wolfgang...

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On The Road

On the roadJack Kerouac; Penguin Books 1991WorldCat•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  …I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would some day nudge up a hill to be there – after known as snake hill and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long, and devouring as it went along. I told her this snake was called satan. ‘What’s going to happen?’ she squealed; meanwhile she held me tight. ‘A saint called Doctor Sax will destroy it with secret herbs which he is at this very moment cooking up in his underground shack somewhere in america. It may also be disclosed that the snake is just a husk of doves; when the snake dies great clouds of seminal-gray doves will flutter out and bring tidings of peace around the world.’ I was out of my mind with hunger and bitterness… And now you could read... Dream-Pedlary Desolation Angels To Whom It May Concern Rabbit, Run anyone lived in a pretty how town How to Write the Great American Indian Novel Tags: allen ginsberg, america, beats, doctor sax, dream, howl, jack kerouac, on the road,...

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The Outsider

The trigger gave. I felt the underside of the polished butt and it was there, in that sharp but deafening noise, that it all started. I shook off the sweat and the sun. I realised that i’d destroyed the balance of the day and the perfect silence of this beach where i’d been happy. And i fired four more times at a lifeless body and the bullets sank in without leaving a mark. And it was like giving four sharp knocks at the door of unhappiness. And now you could read... Eleanor Rigby Cry, The Beloved Country somewhere i...

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Heart of Darkness

Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating buddha. Nobody moved for a time. ‘We have lost the first of the ebb,’ said the director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky – seemed under an overcast sky – seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness. And now you could read... The Bridge Remember The Meter Dark The Hollow Men Spring and All Tags: buddha,...

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