Literature, Arts, and Religion

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Harry Raphael Garvin
Bucknell University Press, 1981 - 185 pàgines
A collection of essays that discuss a wide range of art and literary forms, their religious content, and the fundamental concerns that relate the two. Illustrated.

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Notes on Contributors
7
Fiction
17
Graham Greenes Pursuit of God Gweneth Schwab
45
Drama
58
Myth Play and Sacrifice
84
Poetry
97
Liszts Journey through Dantes
149
Toward a Theology of Ballet Mildred L Culp
167
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Pàgina 52 - All which I took from thee, I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms. All which thy child's mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home: Rise, clasp My hand, and come!
Pàgina 51 - I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes, I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
Pàgina 59 - What! do I fear myself ? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes, I am : Then fly : what! from myself ? Great reason why : Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself ? Alack ! I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I myself have done unto myself ? 0 ! no : alas ! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Pàgina 99 - The poem is the cry of its occasion, Part of the res itself and not about it.
Pàgina 56 - Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life; " and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God.
Pàgina 57 - Strange, piteous, futile thing! Wherefore should any set thee love apart? Seeing none but I makes much of naught" (He said) "And human love needs human meriting: How hast thou merited — Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot? Alack, thou knowest not How little worthy of any love thou art! Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee Save Me, save only Me?
Pàgina 78 - The hour has come for the Son of man to be glorified. Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
Pàgina 116 - Zauberkraft am Kreuzweg deiner Sinne, ihrer seltsamen Begegnung Sinn. Und wenn dich das Irdische vergaß, zu der stillen Erde sag : Ich rinne. Zu dem raschen Wasser sprich : Ich bin.
Pàgina 37 - It was not possible to tell if the artificial Negro were meant to be young or old ; he looked too miserable to be either. He was meant to look happy because his mouth was stretched up at the corners but the chipped eye and the angle he was cocked at gave him a wild look of misery instead. "An artificial nigger!
Pàgina 51 - Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes, I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat, — and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet: "All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.

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