My Study FireDodd, Mead, 1899 - 288 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 87
Stran vii
... heart beat fast and faster " 2 4 9 IO facing page 16 " Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls " Tail piece facing page 20 20 The short December afternoon was already fading • facing page 21 There is the material for drama in the career ...
... heart beat fast and faster " 2 4 9 IO facing page 16 " Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls " Tail piece facing page 20 20 The short December afternoon was already fading • facing page 21 There is the material for drama in the career ...
Stran ix
... hearts A clear , cold winter's morning facing page 220 facing page 227 233 • The little village in the hollow Beautiful Magdalen tower in the distance facing page 236 Great thoughts rise out of the silent deep 247 Spring out of the ...
... hearts A clear , cold winter's morning facing page 220 facing page 227 233 • The little village in the hollow Beautiful Magdalen tower in the distance facing page 236 Great thoughts rise out of the silent deep 247 Spring out of the ...
Stran 4
... catch in this transient splendour a vision of the deepest meaning which life and art have for me . The glow rests first upon those faces , eagerly searching the depths of the fire , that are the very heart of my heart 4.
... catch in this transient splendour a vision of the deepest meaning which life and art have for me . The glow rests first upon those faces , eagerly searching the depths of the fire , that are the very heart of my heart 4.
Stran 5
Hamilton Wright Mabie. fire , that are the very heart of my heart ; it rests next upon the books in which the thoughts of the great teachers and the dreams of the great artists remain inde- structible ; it steals last through the win ...
Hamilton Wright Mabie. fire , that are the very heart of my heart ; it rests next upon the books in which the thoughts of the great teachers and the dreams of the great artists remain inde- structible ; it steals last through the win ...
Stran 7
... heart . I recalled the strip of woodland from which it was cut , and like a vision I saw once more the summer skies and heard the summer birds . The seasons are so linked together in the procession of the year that they are never out of ...
... heart . I recalled the strip of woodland from which it was cut , and like a vision I saw once more the summer skies and heard the summer birds . The seasons are so linked together in the procession of the year that they are never out of ...
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atmosphere Balzac beauty birds Centaur century CHAPTER charm cheerful civilisation colour comes conscious darkness deep deepest divine Divine Comedy dreams experience eyes face familiar feel Firdousi flame flower fresh genius gives glow Goethe hand heart heavens hidden Hidden flowers human ideal imagination immortality impulse inspiration invisible landscape learned light live look Lope de Vega Magdalen tower Matthew Arnold Maurice de Guérin mediævalism meditation memory mind monody mood mystery nature never night noble one's Oxus past pathos Petrarch poet possession recall rich Rosalind scholar season secret seemed sense shadows Shakespeare silent silent world skies snow-shoes solitary solitude song soul spell spirit splendour stars stir story strange study fire suddenly summer Tanglewood Tales things thought tion touch tree truth unbroken uncon unconscious vast verse vision voice volume wanderings wind window words writing
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Stran 54 - 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 239 - 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 18 - 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 282 - As one that for a weary space has lain Lulled by the song of Circe and her wine In gardens near the pale of Proserpine, Where that /Easan isle forgets the main, And only the low lutes of love complain, And only shadows of wan lovers pine, As such an one were glad to know the brine Salt on his lips, and the large air again...
Stran 222 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know.
Stran 222 - With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. 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 — OK! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent; For surely once, they...
Stran 278 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, '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 60 Of all the western stars, until I die.
Stran 45 - COME not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry ; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest : Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie : Go by, go by.
Stran 192 - 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 32 - But the majestic river floated on, Out of the mist and hum of that low land, Into the frosty starlight, and there moved, Rejoicing, through the hush'd Chorasmian waste, Under the solitary moon...