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... reasons , a very singular man who had given his life to studies other men despised , asked me and an acquaintance , who is now dead , to witness a magical work . He lived a little way from London , and on the way my acquaintance told me ...
... reasons , a very singular man who had given his life to studies other men despised , asked me and an acquaintance , who is now dead , to witness a magical work . He lived a little way from London , and on the way my acquaintance told me ...
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... reason to doubt that men could cast intentionally a far stronger enchantment , a far stronger glamour , over the more sensitive people of ancient times , or that men can still do so where the old order of life remains un- broken . Why ...
... reason to doubt that men could cast intentionally a far stronger enchantment , a far stronger glamour , over the more sensitive people of ancient times , or that men can still do so where the old order of life remains un- broken . Why ...
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... reason to doubt that men could cast intentionally a far stronger enchantment , a far stronger glamour , over the more sensitive people of ancient times , or that men can still do so where the old order of life remains un- broken . Why ...
... reason to doubt that men could cast intentionally a far stronger enchantment , a far stronger glamour , over the more sensitive people of ancient times , or that men can still do so where the old order of life remains un- broken . Why ...
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... reason to doubt the truth of many things that are beyond my experience ; and it may be that there are beings who watch over that ancient secret , as all tradition affirms , and resent , and perhaps avenge , too fluent speech . They say ...
... reason to doubt the truth of many things that are beyond my experience ; and it may be that there are beings who watch over that ancient secret , as all tradition affirms , and resent , and perhaps avenge , too fluent speech . They say ...
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... reason about them than can the pigeon , come but lately from the egg , about the hawk whose shadow makes it cower among the grass . His vision is true because it is poetical , because we are a little happier when we are looking at it ...
... reason about them than can the pigeon , come but lately from the egg , about the hawk whose shadow makes it cower among the grass . His vision is true because it is poetical , because we are a little happier when we are looking at it ...
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Page 127 - 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 107 - 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 160 - 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 84 - 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 215 - 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 88 - 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 90 - 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 488 - We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.