Letters of George Wyndham, 1877-1913, Том 1T. and A. Constable, 1915 |
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35 PARK LANE all.-Your loving amusing Arabs arrived Arthur Arthur Balfour battalion beautiful BELGRAVE SQUARE Best love Brigade Buller camels camp Cavalry CHESTER Clouds darling Mamma DARLING MAMMA,-I dear delightful dinner Dover Durban enjoyed Father feel French Friday friends garden GEORGE WYNDHAM glad happy hear Henley hills hope horses House hunting Hyères Lady Ladysmith last night letter look Lord Love to all.-Your loving brother loving son lunch Madeline Manenai March miles Minnie Monday morning Mother SAIGHTON GRANGE Mother WAR OFFICE never o'clock October Pamela Papa Percy Hurd Perfoo play ride round Saturday Scots Guards sent Sibell Sir George White sonnet speech Suakim Sunday talk tell thank things thought Thursday to-day to-morrow Tuesday VICTORIA BARRACKS W. E. Henley Wednesday week Wilfrid Scawen Blunt wind wire wonderful write yesterday zeriba
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Сторінка 183 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Сторінка 225 - Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, "Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here!
Сторінка 191 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Сторінка 225 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Сторінка 237 - MORT, j'appelle de ta rigueur, Qui m'as ma maistresse ravie, Et n'es pas encore assouvie, Se tu ne me tiens en langueur.
Сторінка 131 - Yet would to-day when Courtesy grows chill, And life's fine loyalties are turned to jest, Some fire of thine might burn within us still ! Ah, would but one might lay his lance in rest, And charge in earnest . . were it but a mill...
Сторінка 506 - And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh — but smile no more.
Сторінка 191 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp...
Сторінка 247 - For huntynge as to myn entent is to laboryous, For the hunter must alwaye renne and folowe his houndes : traueyllynge and swetynge full sore. He blowyth tyll his lyppes blyster And whan he wenyth it be an hare full oft it is an hegge hogge.
Сторінка 414 - I have been inside a good many machines ; the Army, Irish Office, Colonial Expansion, Fleet Street, Literary coteries, and now, inside and of another office : and no doubt such experience affects one. The multiplicity of parts defying philosophic comprehension and the dead weight of each dragging down individual energy, drive home the lesson that no individual or race, or age, or movement embracing many nations and some centuries, is likely to give a decisive cast to the direction of development...