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... symbols , popular beliefs , and old scraps of verse that made Ireland romantic to herself , but the new Ireland , overwhelmed by responsibility , begins to long for psychological truth . You have been set free from your work at our ...
... symbols , popular beliefs , and old scraps of verse that made Ireland romantic to herself , but the new Ireland , overwhelmed by responsibility , begins to long for psychological truth . You have been set free from your work at our ...
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... SYMBOLISM IN PAINTING THE SYMBOLISM OF POETRY THE THEATRE . . THE CELTIC ELEMENT IN LITERATURE 142 • 180 • 188 · 203 213 232 239 THE AUTUMN OF THE BODY THE MOODS • THE BODY OF THE FATHER CHRISTIAN ROSEN- CRUX • " THE RETURN OF ULYSSES ...
... SYMBOLISM IN PAINTING THE SYMBOLISM OF POETRY THE THEATRE . . THE CELTIC ELEMENT IN LITERATURE 142 • 180 • 188 · 203 213 232 239 THE AUTUMN OF THE BODY THE MOODS • THE BODY OF THE FATHER CHRISTIAN ROSEN- CRUX • " THE RETURN OF ULYSSES ...
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... as shifting , and that our memories are a part of one great memory , the memory of Nature herself . ( 3 ) That this great mind and great memory can be evoked by symbols . I often think I would put this belief in magic 33.
... as shifting , and that our memories are a part of one great memory , the memory of Nature herself . ( 3 ) That this great mind and great memory can be evoked by symbols . I often think I would put this belief in magic 33.
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... symbolism , and yet doubted if the soul outlived the body . He awaited the magical work full of scepticism . He expected nothing more than an air of romance , an illusion as of the stage , that might capture the consenting imagination ...
... symbolism , and yet doubted if the soul outlived the body . He awaited the magical work full of scepticism . He expected nothing more than an air of romance , an illusion as of the stage , that might capture the consenting imagination ...
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... and in much terror till they came to the cellar . There the man in the conical cap made some symbol over the image , which fell back as if asleep , and putting a knife into the other's hand he said , ' I have taken 38 IDEAS OF GOOD AND ...
... and in much terror till they came to the cellar . There the man in the conical cap made some symbol over the image , which fell back as if asleep , and putting a knife into the other's hand he said , ' I have taken 38 IDEAS OF GOOD AND ...
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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.