Word: ear
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...somewhat fruitily evident in his precious titles and subtitles lifted from Francis Thompson, Racine, Leopardi, etc. To Garland of the Garland (credit line: Meleager, in the Greek Anthology), in which a morose young woman in a long white dress sulks on a wall while a garlanded youth wipes his ear with a towel, Stark Young appended a welcome note of explanation: "To the boy the lady seems as beautiful as the magazines. He has been making garlands, and to him she is the garland's very soul." Polyglot as his influences are, most of Young's subjects...
...expectant father popping into the office at regular five minute intervals for news of "that phone call," to the sad lament of a jilted romeo whose best girl forsook his unpredictable Navy Blue Baker for the consistent khaki of an Army Officer. Because I have lent a patient ear, and have even, upon request, given my Yeomanly advice, I have heard myself referred to on occasion as "Mr. Anthony," Concerning this last tribute, of which I must protest my unworthiness, I should like to comment in the following brief poem...
Having completed the first speech made to the Senate by a Negro since Reconstruction, President Barclay sat down. There was a little more applause. Vice President Wallace leaned over, whispered something in his ear. President Barclay smiled. He didn't seem to have anything else to say; neither did the Senate. Seconds ticked by. The Vice President leaned back, began to squirm. Then Senator Robert F. Wagner of New York stepped forward, led the Liberian President to a front-row seat...
Snipers and machine gunners have plenty of ammunition and food. They are warmly dressed for the damp, chilling weather -their caps with ear muffs are filled with kapok, their gloves, boots and heavy coats are lined with white rabbit...
...never been an artist likely to please the bulk of that great audience. Simply as a rather solemn American-turned-Englishman, he is personally unsympathetic to many. His work lacks commonness in the good sense of that word as well as the bad. It requires a patience of ear and of intellect which many readers lack; patience not merely in one reading but in many. For a long time, too, it was easy to misjudge Eliot, thanks to certain of his admirers, as the mere precious laureate of a Harvardian coterie. But that time, fortunately, is well past. So levelheaded...