Louise Imogen GuineyMacmillan, 1921 - 111 стор. |
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... thought and pure imagination and hinder them at every step . They devote their mischievous activities to the clipping of wings , especially of pinions tipped with rose or gold . And the facts of the case are for- ever on their side ...
... thought and pure imagination and hinder them at every step . They devote their mischievous activities to the clipping of wings , especially of pinions tipped with rose or gold . And the facts of the case are for- ever on their side ...
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... thought and the fellowship of the written word . Hers was a youth of picturesque loyalties , one of them to the lost cause of the Stuarts , a confessed congenital bias . The Irish Jacobities , of whom there were many , had " claimed the ...
... thought and the fellowship of the written word . Hers was a youth of picturesque loyalties , one of them to the lost cause of the Stuarts , a confessed congenital bias . The Irish Jacobities , of whom there were many , had " claimed the ...
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... thought well enough of the scintillant little papers to include two of them , An Open Letter to the Moon , and On Teaching One's Grandmother to Suck Eggs , in her later Patrins . You have but to love Louise Guiney to find Goose - Quill ...
... thought well enough of the scintillant little papers to include two of them , An Open Letter to the Moon , and On Teaching One's Grandmother to Suck Eggs , in her later Patrins . You have but to love Louise Guiney to find Goose - Quill ...
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... thought in Field- ing's brain , lovingly handled in three volumes octavo and abstracted from the hard vicissi- tudes of mortality . " This Study of hers reflects , with an especial clarity , the form and color of her own critical genius ...
... thought in Field- ing's brain , lovingly handled in three volumes octavo and abstracted from the hard vicissi- tudes of mortality . " This Study of hers reflects , with an especial clarity , the form and color of her own critical genius ...
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... Thought's self is a vanishing wing , and joy is a cobweb , 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 ...
... Thought's self is a vanishing wing , and joy is a cobweb , 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 ...
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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?