Louise Imogen GuineyMacmillan, 1921 - 111 стор. |
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... spirit of the born antiquary never tires nor falters . The warm , persistently light - hearted letters came to us less fre- quently ; but they came , unfailingly at Christ- mas , like gay holly sprays flung from De- cember to young ...
... spirit of the born antiquary never tires nor falters . The warm , persistently light - hearted letters came to us less fre- quently ; but they came , unfailingly at Christ- mas , like gay holly sprays flung from De- cember to young ...
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... spirits of its dead . To recall the form and color of her youth is the eager task likely to give her oldest friends their first imperfect solace . For it is the pathetic human instinct to catch at the mantle of time past , as if to ...
... spirits of its dead . To recall the form and color of her youth is the eager task likely to give her oldest friends their first imperfect solace . For it is the pathetic human instinct to catch at the mantle of time past , as if to ...
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... spirit who gathered iris and squandered and for- got it , yet knew all such forgettings should be hers in Paradise . But even then she was the vagabond of the road as she conceived it : a matter of smoothly running caravans and magic ...
... spirit who gathered iris and squandered and for- got it , yet knew all such forgettings should be hers in Paradise . But even then she was the vagabond of the road as she conceived it : a matter of smoothly running caravans and magic ...
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... natal wisdom that this is no gold to be minted into coin . Inevitably she was among the " delicate spirits pushed away In the hot press of the noonday . " And she had the open palm . Money ran away from her like a rillet down a slope . 22.
... natal wisdom that this is no gold to be minted into coin . Inevitably she was among the " delicate spirits pushed away In the hot press of the noonday . " And she had the open palm . Money ran away from her like a rillet down a slope . 22.
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... he dropped in , and " hurried on , never quite so paradoxically happy in his life as when he quitted that familiar pane without rapping , and went back to the dark and the frost , unapprehended , impersonal , aberrant , a spirit 33.
... he dropped in , and " hurried on , never quite so paradoxically happy in his life as when he quitted that familiar pane without rapping , and went back to the dark and the frost , unapprehended , impersonal , aberrant , a spirit 33.
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Сторінка 109 - THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remember'd how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky...
Сторінка 50 - We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. (I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses, All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing.) We spur to a land of no name, out-racing the storm-wind; We leap to the infinite dark like sparks from the anvil. Thou leadest, O God! All's well with Thy troopers that follow.
Сторінка 51 - ... hoofs of invisible horses, All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing. Let cowards and laggards fall back! but alert to the saddle Weatherworn and abreast, go men of our galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him. The trail is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses; There are shapes by the way, there are things that appal or entice us: What odds?
Сторінка 50 - The trail is through dolour and dread, over crags and morasses; There are shapes by the way, there are things that appal or entice us: What odds? We are Knights of the Grail, we are vowed to the riding.
Сторінка 71 - Are ye unwise who would not let me love you? Or must too bold desires be quieted? Only to ease you, never to reprove you, I will go back to heaven with heart unfed: Yet sisterly I turn, I bend above you, To kiss (ah, with what sorrow!) all my dead. Next to the Golden City of belief she had, as she began, continued to serve poetry, the "love of lovely words.
Сторінка 111 - Keep holy watch, with silence, prayer, and fasting, Till morning break and every bugle play. Unto the One aware from everlasting Dear are the winners : thou art more than they. Forth from this peace on manhood's way thou goest, Flushed with resolve, and radiant in mail ; Blessing supreme for men unborn thou sowest, O Knight elect ! O soul ordained to fail...
Сторінка 61 - Take Temperance to thy breast, While yet is the hour of choosing, As arbitress exquisite Of all that shall thee betide; For better than fortune's best Is mastery in the using, And sweeter than anything sweet The art to lay it aside!
Сторінка 50 - And friendship a flower in the dust, and glory a sunbeam : Not here is our prize, nor, alas ! after these our pursuing. A dipping of plumes, a tear, a shake of the bridle, A passing salute to this world and her pitiful beauty ; We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers.
Сторінка 59 - THE gusty morns are here, When all the reeds ride low with level spear ; And on such nights as lured us far of yore, Down rocky alleys yet, and through the pine, The Hound-star and the pagan Hunter shine: But I and thou, ah, field-fellow of mine, Together roam no more.
Сторінка 59 - The cowslip's common gold that children spy, The plume upon the larch. There is a music fills The oaks of Belmont and the Wayland hills Southward to Dewing's little bubbly stream, The heavenly weather's call ! Oh, who alive Hastes not to start, delays not to arrive, Having free feet that never felt a gyve Weigh, even in a dream?