The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... afraid , both of the house and of the night . Ahead was a hall , lighted by an old- fashioned lamp which had a shade constructed of broken pieces of glass , all different shapes and colors . Tapestries hung upon the walls richly ...
... afraid , both of the house and of the night . Ahead was a hall , lighted by an old- fashioned lamp which had a shade constructed of broken pieces of glass , all different shapes and colors . Tapestries hung upon the walls richly ...
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... afraid my love ; Of the red sands , Or the black capes in the arena . Be not afraid of the night , my love ; Where sorrow clings to the sands And the gull plucks at the bones of trepidation . I come from the sea ; From the cool rains ...
... afraid my love ; Of the red sands , Or the black capes in the arena . Be not afraid of the night , my love ; Where sorrow clings to the sands And the gull plucks at the bones of trepidation . I come from the sea ; From the cool rains ...
Side 32
... afraid , very afraid . yes , afraid , very afraid . . . ” • • ... How do you protect someone from such a fear ? I tried all that day to find the words , remembering the strong thing I had seen pass between us once . When the sense of ...
... afraid , very afraid . yes , afraid , very afraid . . . ” • • ... How do you protect someone from such a fear ? I tried all that day to find the words , remembering the strong thing I had seen pass between us once . When the sense of ...
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