My Study FireDodd, Mead, 1890 - 199 strani |
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Stran 3
... truth . That which has vanished to the eye lives in the thought , and takes on its most elusive and yet its most abiding beauty . This first lighting of the fire in my study is , indeed , a brief transfiguration of life ; it discloses ...
... truth . That which has vanished to the eye lives in the thought , and takes on its most elusive and yet its most abiding beauty . This first lighting of the fire in my study is , indeed , a brief transfiguration of life ; it discloses ...
Stran 6
... truth that lies at the bottom of the wells that men have dug along the route of history for the refreshment of the race . The glow of the dying fire no longer reaches the windows ; the world beyond is left undisturbed to night and ...
... truth that lies at the bottom of the wells that men have dug along the route of history for the refreshment of the race . The glow of the dying fire no longer reaches the windows ; the world beyond is left undisturbed to night and ...
Stran 7
Hamilton Wright Mabie. whatever of truth they contain , to see face to face the deep human experiences out of which they grew these are the tasks to which the season leads us . In summer the senses wander abroad , and thought keeps ...
Hamilton Wright Mabie. whatever of truth they contain , to see face to face the deep human experiences out of which they grew these are the tasks to which the season leads us . In summer the senses wander abroad , and thought keeps ...
Stran 10
... truth , felt but uncomprehended , that one realizes the depth and richness of the unspoken thoughts of children . a passage of great beauty De Quincey has described the feelings that came when as a boy he stood be- side the form of his ...
... truth , felt but uncomprehended , that one realizes the depth and richness of the unspoken thoughts of children . a passage of great beauty De Quincey has described the feelings that came when as a boy he stood be- side the form of his ...
Stran 22
Hamilton Wright Mabie. ance , and the world has made no new conquest of truth and life except through those who have trod- den the via dolorosa . I am quite sure that these thoughts are in the mind , or rather in the heart , of Rosalind ...
Hamilton Wright Mabie. ance , and the world has made no new conquest of truth and life except through those who have trod- den the via dolorosa . I am quite sure that these thoughts are in the mind , or rather in the heart , of Rosalind ...
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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.