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  1. 28 de mai. de 2024 · The Haunted Orchard” by Richard Le Gallienne is a ghost story that takes place in the countryside during the summer. The story follows a man who rents a country house in order to get some rest and inspiration for his work.

  2. 7 de jun. de 2024 · Most famously, in 1926 Le Gallienne established the nationally acclaimed Civic Repertory Theatre, where for seven years she served as lead actor, director, and producer. The non-profit company, located on Fourteenth Street at Sixth Avenue, was subsidized by wealthy donors, facilitating its mission to offer tickets at affordable prices.

  3. 30 de mai. de 2024 · Eva Le Gallienne was an actress, director, and producer, one of the outstanding figures of the 20th-century American stage. The daughter of the British poet Richard Le Gallienne, Eva Le Gallienne felt a vocation for the theatre from the age of seven, when she saw Sarah Bernhardt perform.

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  4. 4 de jun. de 2024 · The song, originally titled “The John B. Sails,” was a Bahamian folk song. It was published in 1916 by Richard Le Gallienne. The song was included in American poet, author & folklorist, included the song in his classic American Songbag in 1927, a landmark of published folk songs.

  5. Há 4 dias · I meant to do my work to-day - But a brown bird sang in the apple-tree, And a butterfly flitted across the field, And all the leaves were calling me.

  6. Há 1 dia · Blue Flower. Blue flower waving in the wind, Say whose blue eyes. Lift up your swaying fragile stem. To the blue skies. Is she a queen that lies asleep. In a green hill, With all her silver ornaments. Around her still? Or is she but a simple girl, Whose boy was drowned, In some cold sea, some stormy morn, On some blue sound? Richard Le Gallienne.

  7. 2 de jun. de 2024 · Come, My Celia. Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we may, how wise is love -. Love grown old and grey with years, Love whose blood is thinned with tears. Philosophic lover I, Broke my heart, its love run dry, And I warble passion 's words. But to hear them sing like birds.