(_Lord Dunsany._)
What is it to hate poetry? It is to have no little dreams and fancies,
no holy memories of golden days, to be unmoved by serene midsummer
evenings or dawn over wild lands, singing or sunshine, little tales told
by the fire a long while since, glow-worms and briar rose; for of all
these things and more is poetry made. It is to be cut off forever from
the fellowship of great men that are gone; to see men and women without
their halos and the world without its glory; to miss the meaning lurking
behind the common things, like elves hiding in flowers; it is to beat
one's hands all day against the gates of Fairyland and to find that they
are shut and the country empty and its kings gone hence.
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Why is it that in nearly all decisions of the Supreme court the most
interesting opinions are delivered by the dissenting justices?
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"New Jack-a-Bean dining room furniture, used two months; will sell
cheap."--El Paso Herald.
That is the kind that Louis Canns has his apartment furnished with.
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