The Lamp And The Bell

The Lamp And The Bell

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by Edna St. Vincent Millay
     
 

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Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) who also wrote under the pseudonym Nancy Boyd, was an American lyrical poet and playwright. Her best-known poem might be First Fig from A Few Figs from Thistles (1920). She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, for The Harp- Weaver and Other Poems. She was the first woman to be so honoured for poetry. She was also known for her… See more details below

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Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) who also wrote under the pseudonym Nancy Boyd, was an American lyrical poet and playwright. Her best-known poem might be First Fig from A Few Figs from Thistles (1920). She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, for The Harp- Weaver and Other Poems. She was the first woman to be so honoured for poetry. She was also known for her unconventional, bohemian lifestyle and her many love affairs. In 1943 she was awarded the Frost Medal for her lifetime contribution to American poetry. She was the sixth recipient of that honour, and the second woman. Her reputation was damaged by poetry she wrote in support of the Allied war effort during World War II. Amongst her other works are: Renasance and Other Poems (1917), The Princess Marries the Page (1918/1932), Two Slatterns and a King (1921), The Lamp and the Bell (1921), Second April (1921), Fatal Interview (1931), Conversation at Midnight (1937), Make Bright the Arrows (1940), The Murder of Lidice (1942), Collected Lyrics (1943), and Mine the Harvest (1954).

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ISBN-13:
9781409955351
Publisher:
Dodo Press
Publication date:
03/13/2009
Pages:
80
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.19(d)
Age Range:
1 - 17 Years

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From shining where it will ? Fidelio. Why, by your life, And a foul oath it is! why, by your life, I am a cloud, that is an easy riddle. Scene 2 A garden with a fountain, at Fiori. Beatrice and Bianca sitting side by side on a low step. Evening. Beatrice. How beautiful it is to sit like this, Snow-White, to think of much, and to say little. Bianca. Ay, it is beautiful. I shall remember All my life long these evenings that we spent Sitting just here, thinking together. (Pause) Rose- Red, It is four years to-day since first we met. Did you know that? Beatrice. Nay, is it? Bianca. Four years to-day. I liked you from the moment that I saw you, Beatrice! Beatrice. I you, Bianca. From the rery moment! I thought you were the prettiest little girl That I had ever seen. Bianca. I was afraid Of you, a little, at first, you were a Princess, You see. But you explained that being a Princess Was much the same as anything else. 'Twas nice, You said, when people were nice, and when they were not nice 'Twas hateful, just the same as everything else. And then I saw your dolls, and they had noses All scratched, and wigs all matted, just like mine, Which reassured me even more! I still, though, Think of you as a Princess; the way you do things Is much more wonderful than the way I do them! The way you speak to the servants, even the way You pick up something that you drop. BEATRICE. You gOOSe! 'Tis not because I'm a Princess you feel that way I've always thought the same thing about you! The way you draw your gloves on is to me More marvelous than the way the sun comes up! ( They both burst out laughing) Oh, lud, how droll we are! Bianca. Oh, I shall die Of laughing! Think you any one else, Rose-Red,Was ever half ...

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