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Stran v
... SORROW . V. THE FAILINGS OF GENIUS VI . CHRISTMAS EVE PAGE 1 II 21 29 39 48 VII . NEW YEAR'S EVE . · 59 VIII . A SCHOLAR'S DREAM . IX . A FLAME OF DRIFTWOOD X. DREAM WORLDS XI . A TEXT FROM SIDNEY 67 85 91 ΙΟΙ XII . THE ARTIST TALKS ...
... SORROW . V. THE FAILINGS OF GENIUS VI . CHRISTMAS EVE PAGE 1 II 21 29 39 48 VII . NEW YEAR'S EVE . · 59 VIII . A SCHOLAR'S DREAM . IX . A FLAME OF DRIFTWOOD X. DREAM WORLDS XI . A TEXT FROM SIDNEY 67 85 91 ΙΟΙ XII . THE ARTIST TALKS ...
Stran 24
... sorrow that Eschylus's Prometheus Bound ' is a fragment . I see before me in actual real- isation the solution which the dramatist undoubtedly presented in the two plays of the Trilogy which are lost . Genius can do much , but even ...
... sorrow that Eschylus's Prometheus Bound ' is a fragment . I see before me in actual real- isation the solution which the dramatist undoubtedly presented in the two plays of the Trilogy which are lost . Genius can do much , but even ...
Stran 27
... sorrows and experiences of all kinds . I believe that in the thought and feelings and suffer- ings of children , for instance , an observer will often catch , as in a flash of revelation , some fruitful suggestion of his own relation to ...
... sorrows and experiences of all kinds . I believe that in the thought and feelings and suffer- ings of children , for instance , an observer will often catch , as in a flash of revelation , some fruitful suggestion of his own relation to ...
Stran 28
... The Imitation of Christ " has survived all the great volumes of learning and philosophy of its age , when the bell rang , and a visitor robbed me of my audience . CHAPTER IV A POET'S CROWN OF SORROW DOWAUTIDEM NEE NX 28.
... The Imitation of Christ " has survived all the great volumes of learning and philosophy of its age , when the bell rang , and a visitor robbed me of my audience . CHAPTER IV A POET'S CROWN OF SORROW DOWAUTIDEM NEE NX 28.
Stran 29
... sorrow are for the most part locked up in ourselves , but there are always those against whom , by some mysterious conjunction of the stars , calamity and dis- aster are written in a lifelong sentence . It is the lot of all superior ...
... sorrow are for the most part locked up in ourselves , but there are always those against whom , by some mysterious conjunction of the stars , calamity and dis- aster are written in a lifelong sentence . It is the lot of all superior ...
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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...