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... look towards parliaments and laboratories . We are always praising men in whom the individual life has come to perfection , but they were always praising the one mind , their foundation of all per- fection . VI I once saw a young Irish ...
... look towards parliaments and laboratories . We are always praising men in whom the individual life has come to perfection , but they were always praising the one mind , their foundation of all per- fection . VI I once saw a young Irish ...
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... look at it intently before she began seeing . She saw a rough stone house , and in the middle of the house the skull of a horse . I find that I had used the same symbol a few days before with a seer , and that he had seen a rough stone ...
... look at it intently before she began seeing . She saw a rough stone house , and in the middle of the house the skull of a horse . I find that I had used the same symbol a few days before with a seer , and that he had seen a rough stone ...
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... as they pass , simply and gladly ; and I look at what I have written with some alarm , for I have told more of the ancient secret than many among my fellow - students think it right to tell . I have come to believe so MAGIC 61.
... as they pass , simply and gladly ; and I look at what I have written with some alarm , for I have told more of the ancient secret than many among my fellow - students think it right to tell . I have come to believe so MAGIC 61.
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... look at it , for a white hound came and he followed it trembling , but the seer knew that he would follow the fawn at last , and that it would lead him among the gods . The most learned of the IIO IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL.
... look at it , for a white hound came and he followed it trembling , but the seer knew that he would follow the fawn at last , and that it would lead him among the gods . The most learned of the IIO IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL.
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... looks like a beginning of a centre of art elsewhere . The easiness of travel , which is always growing , began by emptying the country , but it may end by filling it : for adventures like this of Stratford - on - Avon show that people ...
... looks like a beginning of a centre of art elsewhere . The easiness of travel , which is always growing , began by emptying the country , but it may end by filling it : for adventures like this of Stratford - on - Avon show that people ...
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Page 129 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry: As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
Page 109 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Page 9 - Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air, Queens have died young and fair, Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
Page 162 - For mercy, pity, peace, and love, Is God our Father dear ; And mercy, pity, peace, and love, Is man, His child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face ; And Love, the human form divine ; And Peace, the human dress.
Page 86 - That thus enchains us to permitted ill. We might be otherwise, we might be all We dream of happy, high, majestical. Where is the love, beauty and truth we seek, But in our mind? and if we were not weak, Should we be less in deed than in desire?' 'Ay, if we were not weak — and we aspire How vainly to be strong!' said Maddalo; 'You talk Utopia.
Page 217 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 90 - I dare not guess ; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things seem, And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.
Page 28 - The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away, While the faeries dance in a place apart, Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring, Tossing their milk-white arms in the air: For they hear the wind laugh, and murmur and sing Of a land where even the old are fair, And even the wise are merry of tongue; But I heard a reed of Coolaney say, "When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung, The lonely of heart is withered away!
Page 92 - Fury The beauty of delight makes lovers glad, Gazing on one another : so are we. As from the rose which the pale priestess kneels To gather for her festal crown of flowers The aerial crimson falls, flushing her cheek, So from our victim's destined agony The shade which is our form invests us round, — Else we are shapeless as our mother Night.
Page 490 - We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.