[W]hen a shower of meteors / Cross the orbit of the earth, / And, lit by fringent air, / Blaze near and far, / Mortals deem the planets bright / Have slipped their sacred bars, / And the lone seaman all the night / Sails, astonished, amid stars.
But where were they? How could they let you down so? Where was your guide? Yes, Victor, said Tom Linden, shaking his head at the air above him, "where were you? I've got a crow to pick with you.
But where were they? How could they let you down so? Where was your guide?
Yes, Victor,
Critics have suggested that Wharton's historical context inhibited her from creating the Künstlerromans that characterize most writers' beginning efforts.
Since I have your good leave to go away, I will make haste: but, till I come again, No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay, Nor rest be interposer 'twixt us twain.
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