The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 87,Oplag 3Herrick & Noyes, 1921 |
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120 High Street apple trees blank verse boat burned Canetto CHAPEL STREET CHASE chill cloak Of wind Conn criticism CYRIL HUME Damn it-I tell Dandruff dream ELM STREET England environment eyes feeling Galsworthy Good-night HALL PAXTON hear heart hour kewpie dolls kind since Marlowe King Cole looked Lord Jurgen man's marginal brain Masefield Medea Modern Authors Montague Island morocco MOTOR CARS PACKARD night One-Act Plays opposing forces Outline of History perhaps Plays by Modern PLUSH ROBE poem post-war chauvinism RAIN BIRD represents Reynard ROBE You Need Rodin Roger Sherman Studio sailed SALES-OFFICES seemed side SIX MOTOR CARS skipper sky hath laid smile snow standing stinging rain STREET NEW HAVEN struggle suddenly Swords TAILORS TEMPLE THURSTON theatre thing THOMAS CALDECOT CHUBB thought Three Soldiers truth Vesta batteries volume walls Wandering Jew Yale Literary Magazine YALE REVIEW York Youth
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