 | Harriet Monroe - 1915 - 380 str.
...high sentence, but a bit obtuse ; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous — Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trowsers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind ? Do I dare to eat a peach ? I shall wear white flannel... | |
 | Harriet Monroe - 1915 - 346 str.
...high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous — Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trowsers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind ? Do I dare to eat a peach ? I shall wear white flannel... | |
 | 1916 - 666 str.
...in the path before I take a step; I will go only into new lands, And I will walk on no plank -walks. The horses of my family are wind-broken, And the dogs...of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind V Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard... | |
 | Harriet Monroe - 1920 - 400 str.
...context. For instance the three lines: I grow old .... I grow .... I shall wear the bottoms of ray trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? In Portrait of a Lady we find a like startling acuteness for details, with a dramatic ending which... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1923 - 466 str.
...high sentence, but a bit obtuse ; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous — Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. But this volume is not compounded only of psychological involutions and the confused murmur of broken... | |
 | 1927 - 506 str.
...flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. I grow old .... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Almost immediately after which last comes, as a very lovely and astonishing surprise, the well-known... | |
 | James L. Kelley - 1997 - 206 str.
...becoming reconciled to what happened—as a bad way to respond to divorce." Ghapter 18 Aging and Dying Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?...wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. —TS Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" The riders in a race do not stop short when they... | |
 | Thomas Stearns Eliot - 1996 - 476 str.
...Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old ... [12.0] I shall wear the bottoms of my trowsers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I will wear white flannel trowsers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each... | |
 | Thomas Lynch - 1997 - 232 str.
...moving rendition I was later told, marred only by my belching through the couplet where your man says, "I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled." Then I puked, not from the fall but from theJ.W. Dant Bourbon that was credited with saving my life.... | |
 | James Torrens - 1997 - 174 str.
...bottom of my trousers rolled." He frets about his appearance and figure, painfully self-conscious: "Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?" And as to the mermaids, the young ladies, well, I'm balding and not up to date; "I do not think that... | |
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I grow old ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? 
