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Stran vi
... MOOD 181 190 XXIII . THE METHOD OF GENIUS . XXIV . A HINT FROM THE SEASON XXV . A BED OF EMBERS . · 198 • 207 215 XXVI . A DAY OUT OF DOORS XXVII . 225 BESIDE THE ISIS 235 XXVIII . A WORD FOR IDLENESS . 244 XXIX . " THE BLISS OF ...
... MOOD 181 190 XXIII . THE METHOD OF GENIUS . XXIV . A HINT FROM THE SEASON XXV . A BED OF EMBERS . · 198 • 207 215 XXVI . A DAY OUT OF DOORS XXVII . 225 BESIDE THE ISIS 235 XXVIII . A WORD FOR IDLENESS . 244 XXIX . " THE BLISS OF ...
Stran 8
... moods and stirred its kindred thoughts within me . I am conscious , as I look into the bed of glowing coals to which the fire has sunk , that I am even now undergoing the subtle process of change from season to season . The habits , the ...
... moods and stirred its kindred thoughts within me . I am conscious , as I look into the bed of glowing coals to which the fire has sunk , that I am even now undergoing the subtle process of change from season to season . The habits , the ...
Stran 22
... mood . I had spent the morning , and , for that matter , a good many mornings , re - reading the Greek plays , and striving by a patient and persistent use of the imagination to possess myself of the secret of those masterly and ...
... mood . I had spent the morning , and , for that matter , a good many mornings , re - reading the Greek plays , and striving by a patient and persistent use of the imagination to possess myself of the secret of those masterly and ...
Stran 31
... mood , and in the lull of conversation I have read to myself Mr. Arnold's fine rendering of the famous episode of " Sohrab and Rustem " from the " Epic of Kings " ; a noble piece of Eng- lish blank verse , from which I cannot for- bear ...
... mood , and in the lull of conversation I have read to myself Mr. Arnold's fine rendering of the famous episode of " Sohrab and Rustem " from the " Epic of Kings " ; a noble piece of Eng- lish blank verse , from which I cannot for- bear ...
Stran 39
... mood that makes one wonder what sort of communication it is trying to have with the world around it . Is it the indignant protest of some dismembered tree ruthlessly cut down in the morning of life , that energetically but ineffectually ...
... mood that makes one wonder what sort of communication it is trying to have with the world around it . Is it the indignant protest of some dismembered tree ruthlessly cut down in the morning of life , that energetically but ineffectually ...
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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...