My Study FireDodd, Mead, 1890 - 199 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 21
Stran 8
... flowers , no rich and rust- ling foliage , to complete her charm . Even the splendid tradition of October has not overawed its maligned successor , and of the oft - repeated slan- ders of the poets no notice has been taken save per ...
... flowers , no rich and rust- ling foliage , to complete her charm . Even the splendid tradition of October has not overawed its maligned successor , and of the oft - repeated slan- ders of the poets no notice has been taken save per ...
Stran 9
... flowers , foliage , birds , clouds , snows , and storms- how marvelous is the frame in which they appear and disappear about us ; as real as ourselves , and yet as fleeting and elusive as our dreams ! Rosalind and I have often talked ...
... flowers , foliage , birds , clouds , snows , and storms- how marvelous is the frame in which they appear and disappear about us ; as real as ourselves , and yet as fleeting and elusive as our dreams ! Rosalind and I have often talked ...
Stran 41
... flower - enwoven tresses torn , The nymphs in twilight shades of tangled thickets mourn . " room . Like a psalm the great Hymn fills the air , and like a psalm it remains in the memory . The fire has burned low , and a soft and solemn ...
... flower - enwoven tresses torn , The nymphs in twilight shades of tangled thickets mourn . " room . Like a psalm the great Hymn fills the air , and like a psalm it remains in the memory . The fire has burned low , and a soft and solemn ...
Stran 42
... It is an old story , this irresistible and ceaseless onflow of life and time ; time always scattering the flowers of life with a lavish hand along its course ; but each man recalls it for himself and to each it wears 42 NEW YEAR'S EVE,
... It is an old story , this irresistible and ceaseless onflow of life and time ; time always scattering the flowers of life with a lavish hand along its course ; but each man recalls it for himself and to each it wears 42 NEW YEAR'S EVE,
Stran 45
... flower goes with the season which saw its blossoming . The book of the moment often has immense vogue , while the book of the age , which comes in its company from the press , lies unnoticed ; but the great book has its revenge . It ...
... flower goes with the season which saw its blossoming . The book of the moment often has immense vogue , while the book of the age , which comes in its company from the press , lies unnoticed ; but the great book has its revenge . It ...
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ancient Astrabad atmosphere Balzac beauty birds Centaur century CHAPTER charm cheerful comes conscious Dante darkness deep deepest delightful divine Divine Comedy dreams experience eyes face familiar feel Firdousi flame flower fresh genius gives glow Goethe HAMILTON WRIGHT MABIE hand heart heavens Herat hidden human ideal imagination immortality impulse inspiring invisible Kaous Khosrau learned light live look Lope de Vega MARTHA FINLEY marvelous Matthew Arnold meditation memory ment mind monody mood mystery nature never night noble one's Oxus past pathos Petrarch poet possession recall reveals rich Rosalind scholar season secret seemed sense shadows Shakespeare shining silence snow snow-shoes solitary solitude song soul spell spirit splendor spring stars stir story strange study fire suddenly summer things thought tion touch truth uncon vast verse vision voice wanderings wind window words writing
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Stran 13 - To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.
Stran 38 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow : And with your ninefold harmony, Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Stran 131 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Stran 165 - And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, — to beauty, in a word, io which is only truth seen from another side?
Stran 153 - Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Stran 13 - There was a Boy : ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander ! — many a time At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills...
Stran 22 - Right for the Polar Star, past Orgunje, Brimming, and bright, and large : then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents ; that for many a league The shorn and parcell'd Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles...
Stran 153 - But when the moon their hollows lights, And they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour — Oh! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent; For surely once, they feel, we were Parts of a single continent ! Now round us spreads the watery plain — Oh might our marges meet again ! TOL.
Stran 188 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Stran 191 - So gladly, from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, And through the music of the languid hours They hear like ocean on a western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.