Bare SoulsHarper & Brothers, 1924 - 340 páginas |
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... beauty . Take painting and music as we find them suggested in Fitzgerald -always with restraint , always with delicacy , but with passionate appreciation , nevertheless . Take the splendor of poetry and literature generally , as we find ...
... beauty . Take painting and music as we find them suggested in Fitzgerald -always with restraint , always with delicacy , but with passionate appreciation , nevertheless . Take the splendor of poetry and literature generally , as we find ...
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... beauty of painting and sculpture , but the conditions were so different from those of literature that they seemed trammeling : " Sculp- ture and painting are , it seems to me , like music , they will not express the finer elements of ...
... beauty of painting and sculpture , but the conditions were so different from those of literature that they seemed trammeling : " Sculp- ture and painting are , it seems to me , like music , they will not express the finer elements of ...
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... beauty . And at moments this apprecia- tion breaks out into a real , if brief , delight : " My dear friends , how lovely the country is : it gives a pleasure you know nothing about . " 36 Or again he has a charming phrase like the ...
... beauty . And at moments this apprecia- tion breaks out into a real , if brief , delight : " My dear friends , how lovely the country is : it gives a pleasure you know nothing about . " 36 Or again he has a charming phrase like the ...
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... beauty that Cowper longed for and ap- preciated . He did not require mountains or glaciers , strange tropical luxuriance or arctic splendor . Even , in later years at least , a wild outlook oppressed him . Mountains and forests . were ...
... beauty that Cowper longed for and ap- preciated . He did not require mountains or glaciers , strange tropical luxuriance or arctic splendor . Even , in later years at least , a wild outlook oppressed him . Mountains and forests . were ...
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... beauty on which he could at any rate rally himself . Music came nearer home . Its in- finite spiritual suggestion appealed to Cowper's sensitive nerves . The constant singing of hymns , which to many of us seems a rather desperate form ...
... beauty on which he could at any rate rally himself . Music came nearer home . Its in- finite spiritual suggestion appealed to Cowper's sensitive nerves . The constant singing of hymns , which to many of us seems a rather desperate form ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admirable amusing April April 13 ardor August August 25 Barton beauty Charles Lamb charm Coleridge Correspondance D'Argental dance delicate delight dilettante doubt dreams Edward Fitzgerald enjoyed eternal everything exquisite Fanny Fanny Brawne February February 18 feel Flaubert Frederic Tennyson friends genius George and Georgiana George Sand Georgiana Keats give glory Gray hated heart hell Horace Walpole human imagination intense interest JOHN KEATS June Keats's knew laugh letter writers literary live London Madame du Deffand Madame X Mann March March 18 Mason matter melancholy ment mocking nature nerves ness never Newton November October one's passion perfect perhaps phrase play poet poetry quiet seems September sometimes soul spirit splendor strange sure tenderness things THOMAS GRAY thought tion touch trifles Unwin verses vivid Voltaire Voltaire's Walpole's Wharton WILLIAM COWPER women words write youth
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Página 166 - But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
Página 220 - I scarcely remember counting upon any Happiness. I look not for it if it be not in the present hour. Nothing startles me beyond the Moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a Sparrow come before my Window, I take part in its existence and pick about the Gravel.
Página 311 - We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show...
Página 105 - He fell into a fit of crying the moment he came into the chapel, and flung himself back in a stall, the archbishop hovering over him with a smelling-bottle : but in two minutes his curiosity got the better of his hypocrisy, and he ran about the chapel with his glass, to spy who was or was not there, spying with one hand, and mopping his eyes with the other. Then returned the fear of catching cold ; and the duke of Cumberland, who was sinking with heat, felt himself weighed down, and turning round,...
Página 192 - Your sun and moon and skies and hills and lakes affect me no more, or scarcely come to me in more venerable characters, than as a gilded room with tapestry and tapers, where I might live with handsome visible objects. I consider the clouds above me but as a roof, beautifully painted but unable to satisfy the mind...
Página 82 - Chartreuse, I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation, that there was no restraining: not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry.
Página 83 - Must I plunge into metaphysics ? Alas, I cannot see in the dark ; nature has not furnished me with the optics of a cat. Must I pore upon mathematics? Alas, I cannot see in too much light; I am no eagle.
Página 232 - Measure time by what is done and to die in 6 hours could plans be brought to conclusions, the looking upon the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, the Earth and its contents as materials to form greater things, that is to say, ethereal things.
Página 227 - That it is so is no fault of mine. No ! though it may sound a little paradoxical, it is as good as I had power to make it by myself.
Página 230 - I have asked myself so often why I should be a Poet more than other Men, — seeing how great a thing it is, — how great things are to be gained by it — What a thing to be in the Mouth of Fame — that at last the Idea has grown so monstrously beyond my seeming Power of attainment that the other day I nearly consented with myself to drop into a Phaeton...