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...Lewis Patton Thomas Taylor the Platonist: Selected Writings . Edited, with introductions, by Raine Kathleen Harper George Mills . Bollingen Series LXXXVIII . Princeton : Princeton University Press , 1969 . Pp. xiii , 544 . $8.50 . Copyright © 1970 by Duke University Press...

... the powers they may, or may not, be perceived to possess. Within Yanyuwa society, everybody knows certain individuals with such powers. Then there are those about whom nobody is quite sure, an uncertainty from which such people derive a sense of power and prestige. Influencing the wind and the rain involves...

.... To this day the plough is not used in central Africa south of a line drawn through the middle of the Sahara Desert. Iron tools were formerly unknown and since the coming of the European trader, when they may frequently be had, many of the natives will not use them from the notion that they keep away rain...

... literary quality. As far as we re concerned, in fact, any one of his songs, like A Hard Rain s Gonna Fall, is more interesting to us, both in a literary and a social sense, than an entire vol­ ume of Pulitzer Prize verse by someone like Robert Lowell. As a once and present teacher of literature...

... sworn not to return to Monte Generoso after Giorgio s death, so he rented a villa in Recaoro but it was a failure. He needed clear, dry air for his lungs and it poured with rain, and when crowds of pilgrims massed in on the village for a festa he couldn t bear it. The first error is faulty co...

... sleeping on pine boughs under the open sky. When rain came the three of us crowded into our little car and got what rest we could in such cramped quarters. The nights were growing cold and in the mornings Ruth would say, Oh-o-o, but it s cold! Then while Zada and I were dressing with chattering teeth...

... into the tunnel and filled up the Dig­ gings. The river rose four feet in six hours. Timber of all kinds went down the river. In the morning we gathered around and looked about the Diggings. We finally concluded to have a dividend. We then had a settlement. Lyman and I came to town. It still rains. Saturday...

... in the Chicago Manual of Style. I was taking them off, one by one, incorporating ML s suggestions. It might have been raining. Time passed. It was quiet, eleven-ish, I was piling up quite a wad of post-its, beginning to feel resolved and intelligent. The post-its started to resonate with a life of their own...

... is at once high-cultural and streetwise. The editor s preface to Kaufman s last book, The Ancient Rain: Poems 1956-1978, quotes the poet as follows: 1 want to be anonymous. I don t know how you get involved with uninvolvement, but I don t want to be involved. My ambition is to be completely forgotten...

... sworn not to return to Monte Generoso after Giorgio s death, so he rented a villa in Recaoro but it was a failure. He needed clear, dry air for his lungs and it poured with rain, and when crowds of pilgrims massed in on the village for a festa he couldn t bear it. The first error is faulty co...

..., in the course of a journey, by a slight indisposition, from which I was recovering; but was still feverish, and obliged to keep within doors all day, in an inn of the small town of Derby. A wet Sunday in a country inn! whoever has had the luck to experience one can alone judge of my situation. The rain pattered...

... formed a peninsula. It was late in September, and there had been no rain for seven weeks. August, at ninety degrees or above every day, had curled all the leaves except the pine needles; and September winds had made them as brittle as wafers. It was like baking rags in an oven, then hanging them...

... mild, so undismayed was the warmth of the sun, so responsive under our feet the unfrozen earth. Then the tempera­ ture rose to thirty degrees, and we were chilled to the very heart. Floods of rain followed, which made the roads impassable seas of red mud. The sun came again, and in twenty-four hours we...

... by the unruliness of the horses and Daniel Wilkinson was so gallant as to lead the horse himself through all the dirt and rain to Mr. Blair s house. My cold continued bad. I neglected to say my prayers and had good thoughts, good humor, but indifferent health, thank God 264 The South Atlantic Quarterly Almighty...

.... Finally, she leaves. The street is empty except for the boys at the barricade It s raining I m falling. I grabbed hold of the telegraph pole as though pushed. My thigh hurts .. . more and more. I stretched out my hand to feel; it was wet Was it the rain? It s not raining that hard. Am I having a miscar­...

... the popular habit of deprecating the English brand of weather. But in Keswick it is easy to forget many of the objectionable aspects of an English rain. Clouds that hang in fleecy light­ ness above green valleys, air of buoyant freshness, slate roofs that shine like glass these are some of the miracles...

... did not always like what she saw. Precisely because of this her Conversations of Byron are eminently interesting. UNIVERSITY OF MASSACHUSETTS THOMAS L. ASHTON Thomas Taylor the Platonist: Selected Writings. Edited, with in­ troductions, by Kathleen Raine and George Mills Harper. Bollingen Series...

... morning, he was sitting beside the crib of his little girl, who was sleeping. The tan ceiling was pink from the glow of the grate; the rain fell steadily upon the roof and dripped from the eaves. In this living quiet he was suddenly aware that the sound of the baby s breathing, the quick, sharp inhalation...

... between the rainfall for April, May and June and that for August, September and October, and plot the results on a map, we can make some interesting cor­ relations. Where early summer rain predominates over that of late summer, as is the case nearly throughout the area drained by the Mississippi River...

... selfcentered are beginning to vie with the genre-painters in their interest in the scenes and activities round about them. Here is a typical objective lyric of the new order, a poem by John Hall Wheelock: The soft, gray garment of the rushing rain Veils in the lonely Sunday streets afar, The passengers sit...