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SAVOYV8_symons_herodiade

XML     PDF HÉRODIADE The Database of Ornament                                          HÉRODIADE                        TO mine own self I am a wilderness.                        You know it, amethyst gardens numberless                         Enfolded in the flaming,…

SAVOYV8_symons_aran

XML     PDF THE ISLES OF ARAN The Database of Ornament FOR two hours and a half the fishing-boat had been running before the wind,…

SAVOYV8_symons_causerie

XML     PDF A LITERARY CAUSERIE: BY WAY OF EPILOGUE The Database of Ornament IT was in the autumn of last year, that, at the…

SAVOYV7_editorial_note

XML     PDF EDITORIAL NOTE The Database of Ornament I HAVE to announce that with the next number, completing a year’s existence, the present issue…

SAVOYV7_macleod_morag

XML     PDF MORAG OF THE GLEN The Database of Ornament                                                                         I IT was a black hour for Archibald Campbell of Gorromalt in Strathglas, and…

SAVOYV7_symons_unloved

XML     PDF THE UNLOVED The Database of Ornament THESE are the women whom no man has loved.Year after year, day after day has movedThese…

SAVOYV7_ellis_casanova

XML     PDF CASANOVA The Database of Ornament             THERE are few more delightful books in the world than            Casanova’s “Mémoires.”—That is a statement I have long            vainly…

SAVOYV7_beardsley_catullus

XML     PDF CATULLUS The Database of Ornament                                                 CARMEN CI                         BY ways remote and distant waters sped,                         Brother, to thy sad grave-side am I come,                        That…

SAVOYV7_symons_sligo

XML     PDF IN SLIGO The Database of Ornament                         ROSSES POINT AND GLENCAR ROSSES POINT is a village of pilots and fishing people, stretching out…

SAVOYV7_yeats_windlestraws

XML     PDF WINDLE-STRAWS The Database of Ornament “O”The Database of Ornament “B”         I. O’SULLIVAN RUA TO THE CURLEW             O CURLEW, cry no more in…