The Old and the New Renaissance: A Group of Studies in Art and LettersPublishing House of the M.E. Church, South, Bigham & Smith, agents, 1903 - 256 стор. |
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The Old and the New Renaissance: A Group of Studies in Art and Letters Edwin Wiley Повний перегляд - 1903 |
The Old and the New Renaissance: A Group of Studies in Art and Letters Edwin Wiley Повний перегляд - 1903 |
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Сторінка 153 - Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds.
Сторінка 51 - That arm is wrongly put — and there again A fault to pardon in the drawing's lines, Its body, so to speak: its soul is right, He means right - that, a child may understand. Still, what an arm ! and I could alter it : But all the play, the insight and the stretch Out of me, out of me...
Сторінка 245 - Ah! Then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile Amid a world how different from this!
Сторінка 154 - Are not two prayers a perfect strength ? And shall I feel afraid ? "When round his head the aureole clings, And he is clothed in white, I'll take his hand and go with him To the deep wells of light ; As unto a stream we will step down, And bathe there in God's sight.
Сторінка 210 - But rather when aweary of your mirth, From full hearts still unsatisfied ye sigh, And, feeling kindly unto all the earth, Grudge every minute as it passes by, Made the more mindful that the sweet days die — Remember me a little then, I pray, The idle singer dt an empty day. The heavy trouble, the bewildering care That weighs us down who live and earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear.
Сторінка 130 - Turner their example, as his latest are to be their object of emulation, should go to nature in all singleness of heart, and walk with her laboriously and trustingly, having no other thoughts but how best to penetrate her meaning, and remember her instruction, rejecting nothing, selecting nothing, and scorning nothing; believing all things to be right and good, and rejoicing always in the truth.
Сторінка 210 - The Earthly Paradise " OF Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or bring again the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall ye forget your tears, Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle singer of an empty day. But rather, when aweary of your mirth, From full hearts still unsatisfied ye sigh, And, feeling kindly unto all the earth, Grudge every minute as it passes by, Made the more mindful that the...
Сторінка 202 - GOLD on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a golden girdle round my sweet ; — Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.
Сторінка 104 - ... The comet hanging o'er the waste dark seas, The massy rainbow curved in front of it Beyond the village with the masts and trees ; The snaky imp, dog-headed, from the Pit, Bearing upon its batlike leathern pinions Her name unfolded in the sun's dominions, The 'MELENCOLIA
Сторінка 182 - I first saw the city of Rouen, then still in its outward aspect a piece of the Middle Ages : no words can tell you how its mingled beauty, history, and romance took hold on me ; I can only say that, looking back on my past life, I find it was the greatest pleasure I have ever had : and now it is a pleasure which no one can ever have again : it is lost to the world for ever.