He scorned "that drear
old dreamy bachelor notion" that being one flesh means "being perfectly happy or perfectly good .
Not to mention the drear
exigency of having to live like, rather than merely theorize, the proletarian--e.
On the morning after, people awoke to the drear
prospect of "gush and bore" for the next six months, and excitement flew out the window.
In a few places so vivid they practically jump out from the surrounding drear
, Frum offers facts or comparisons that dramatize how quickly the assumptions of American life can change.
Colloque sentimental" a favorite of mine from the same collection, begins "Dans le vieux parc solitaire et glace,/ Deux formes ont tout a l'heure passe" Ernest Dowson has translated this as "Into the lonely park all frozen fast,/ Awhile ago there were two forms who passed" Not perfect, but much better than Shapiro's "In the drear
park, beneath a chill, bleak sky,/Two shapes, two silhouettes come passing by.
By substituting the drear
hand of mechanistic bureaucracy for private compassionate acts, society is literally demoralized.
We see this stream of Johnson and Du Bois operating most clearly in Hamilton's early novels, Zeely (Macmillan, 1967) and The House of Dies Drear
(Macmillan, 1968), in which children learn to take pride in native materials and forms out of which family members carve, whittle, and create (oak tables, pine sculptures, dramas, histories, and stories).
Perkel is a first-year Master of Public Administration student at Columbia University's School of International and Public and Affairs.
The first is incredulity that medieval religious could ever be considered as uniformly solitary and drear
, either unconcerned with or utterly despising the bodily senses.
A true Greenwich Village genre, this all-male revue aspired (according to the running dialog between Crabtree and Jay Rogers, in the role of the revue's only Equity actor, who sought, on that basis, to be treated like a queen) only to entertain, bringing color to the drear
lives of it's sequin-starved audience.
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear
wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child, As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
It was a day no different from any other day, as dark and drear
November's sky is chill and drear
, November's leaf is red and sear.
JANUARY is dark and drear
Time to face another year Weather not so very nice Rain, sleet, snow and ice No blue skies overhead Should I get up or stay in bed When will spring come through that door Not for a couple of months or more Easter seems so far away And who can afford a holiday Hailstones rattling on the pane Better put the heating up again Make some tea, a crumpet or Two Think of all the things one should do But until winter's gone and spring does appear I'll draw the curtains and stay right here With firelight and lamps aglow Warm and cosy forget the snow Huddled upon the settee Watching all my favourite TV Enjoying myself in my own way On this cold January day.
But I was reminded of the fact it's not all dust and drear
in the city when our eldest daughter Annie rang up for a quick chat on her mobile phone the other day.