Butchery of prisoners by the victorious saracens
The holy sepulchre in saracen hands.
King Edward I. overcomes the assassin.
Louis VII at the feet of Saint Bernard.
The pilgrams find succor by the wayside.
Saint Louis arrives at Damietta.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore.
Richard the lion-hearted delivering Jaffa.
The christian knights held captive at Cairo.
The emirs of samaria visit godfrey of Bouillon
The thirsty crusaders find spring in the desert
Heroism of Richard the lion-hearted at Arsur
Godfrey Encounters the waifs of Peter's army
The head of the conquered Emir exhibited to the harem.
The dreadful dreams of wicked foulque of Anjou
Christian ladies held captive by the infidels.
The glorious death of the Templar Jacques De Maille.
The heads of the dead saracens are hurled into Nicea.
The sight of the true cross inflames the crusaders.
Allen DeLoach: schizothymia
Recovering the dead crusades from the nile.
A veteran of the crusades relating his adventures.
The ghastly highway to the holy city.
Amazement of the crusades at oriental magnificence
The crusades in the mountain wasters of Judea
Blondel recognizes the voice of Richard the lion-hearted.
The doge dandolo preaches the crusade in St. Mark's
DADADAY!
http://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/upimage/RG34-5-1012_20_9_010.pdf
Dylan Thomas in New York
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Paula Claire Recording
Francis Striker Collection
Francis Striker Collection
Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door.
James Joyce, Adrienne Monnier, and guests at the "Dejeuner Ulysse"
The Victor E. Reichert Robert Frost Collection
Photograph of Bernhard Frank from Bethany College, 1962
Dylan Thomas in New York
Dylan Thomas in New York
How I still get around ... and take notes, (No 5)
Frederic Almy postcard
Dylan Thomas in New York
http://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/upimage/LIB-PC011_092.pdf
TBL096: Lockwood Memorial Library exterior 11 with Mary Barnard in the foreground
Colleague, 1970-10-29
Dylan Thomas in New York
Dylan Thomas in New York
James Joyce with Ezra Pound, John Quinn, and Ford Madox Ford
Two barrels of wine
Manch_Joseph_IntObvs.pdf
Dylan Thomas in New York
Dreadful was the din
431 Stevens Street
Him the Almighty Power
Nine days they fell.
On the foughten field
Now Night her course began.
This said, they both betook them several ways.
The heavenly bands
So numberless were those bad Angels seen
Dylan Thomas in New York
To whom the wing’d Hierarch replied
Hell at last, Yawning received them whole.
So promised he and Uriel to his charge
Meanwhile the winged Heralds, by command
They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung
Colleague, 1971-09-30
In with the River sunk, and with it rose, Satan
High on a throne of royal state, which far
Eastward among those trees, what glorious shape
Before the gates there sat, On either side a formidable Shape
Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
This greeting on thy impious crest receive.
Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.
Then Satan first knew pain, And writhed him to and fro.
They heard, And from his presence hid themselves among, The thickest Trees
A happy rural seat of various view.
O Earth, how like to Heav’n, if not preferr’d, More justly
Now to the ascent of that steep savage hill
Embryos, and idiots, eremites, and friars
These to the bower direct, In search of whom they sought
Some natural tears they dropt, but whiped them soon.
All dwellings else, Flood overwhelmd, and them, with all their pomp.
Dylan Thomas in New York
Began to build a vessel of huge bulk.
They beseech, That Moses might report to them his will, And terror cease.
Back to the Thicket slunk, The guilty Serpent.
And now on Earth the Seventh, Eev’ning arose in Eden
Dylan Thomas and Oscar Williams, in New York
Him fast sleeping soon he found, In Labyrinth of many a round self-rolled
And seems a moving Land, and at his Gills, Draws in, and at his Trunk spouts out a Sea.
Nor more; but fled, Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.
Me miserable! Which way shall I fly, Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
And now expecting, Each hour their great adventurer from the search, Of Foreign Worlds
Leaning half raised, with looks of cordial love, Hung over her enamoured
So parted they, the Angel up to Heav’n, From the thick shade, and Adam to his Bower.
Meanwhile the tepid caves, and fens, and shores, Their brood as numerous hatch
