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Stran 104
For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing , and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired , and is out of his senses , and the mind is no longer 1 1 > in him .
For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing , and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired , and is out of his senses , and the mind is no longer 1 1 > in him .
Mnenja - Napišite recenzijo
Na običajnih mestih nismo našli nobenih recenzij.
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Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
MY STUDY FIRE Hamilton Wright 1846-1916 Mabie,Maude 1871-1905 Cowles, Ill,Genevieve B. 1871 Cowles, Ill Predogled ni na voljo - 2016 |
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
atmosphere Balzac beauty birds century CHAPTER charm cheerful colour comes conscious Dante darkness deep deepest delightful divine dreams experience eyes face familiar feel Firdousi flame flower fresh genius gives glow Goethe gone hand heart heavens hidden flowers human ideal imagination immortality inspiration invisible invisible records learned light live look Lope de Vega Magdalen tower Maurice de Guérin mediævalism meditation memory mind mood mystery nature never night noble Norton Norton rose one's Oxus passed past pathos Petrarch Phædo poet possession recall rich Rosalind scholar season secret seemed sense shadows Shakespeare silent skies solitary solitude song sorrow soul spell spirit splendour stars stirring story strange study fire suddenly summer Tanglewood Tales Taylor reports things thought tion touch truth unbroken uncon unconscious universe vast verse vision voice volume wanderings wind window words writing
Priljubljeni odlomki
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...
Bibliografski podatki
| Naslov | My Study Fire |
| Avtor | Hamilton Wright Mabie |
| Ilustracije | Maude Cowles, Genevieve Cowles |
| Založnik | Dodd, Mead, 1899 |
| Vir izvirnika | Harvardska univerza |
| Pretvorjeno v digitalni zapis | 2 okt 2007 |
| Dolžina | 288 strani |
| Izvozi navedbo | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |