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Pàgina 4
... never have been ; it was torpedoed in a moment - sunk without trace . The full - flavoured murders ; the succulent divorce cases ; the breathless breach of promise actions ( O those six hundred love letters ! ) ; the burglaries and ...
... never have been ; it was torpedoed in a moment - sunk without trace . The full - flavoured murders ; the succulent divorce cases ; the breathless breach of promise actions ( O those six hundred love letters ! ) ; the burglaries and ...
Pàgina 5
deaths of men and affairs - they were as though they had never been , gone into limbo , safe with him that died o ' Wednesday , packed away with yesterday's ten thousand years . The new hunger , fierce for the new news , had none the ...
deaths of men and affairs - they were as though they had never been , gone into limbo , safe with him that died o ' Wednesday , packed away with yesterday's ten thousand years . The new hunger , fierce for the new news , had none the ...
Pàgina 11
... never look dirty - under the arch of the plantains , marched a tiny boy of some six years . He was dressed in faded red tights , that hung loosely on his thin little legs . His face was painted white , which made his smile ghastly in ...
... never look dirty - under the arch of the plantains , marched a tiny boy of some six years . He was dressed in faded red tights , that hung loosely on his thin little legs . His face was painted white , which made his smile ghastly in ...
Pàgina 15
... Never rest comes to us in any wise ; Now here , now there , as the wind sways , sway we , Swung at the wind's high pleasure ceaselessly , More pecked by birds than hazel nuts that ripen . B 2 TO - DAY 15 Epitaph in Ballade Form ...
... Never rest comes to us in any wise ; Now here , now there , as the wind sways , sway we , Swung at the wind's high pleasure ceaselessly , More pecked by birds than hazel nuts that ripen . B 2 TO - DAY 15 Epitaph in Ballade Form ...
Pàgina 22
... never , till this happy hour , Was blest with such an evening - shower ! 66 A certain swift unexpectedness of metaphor or paradox forms no slight element in the quality of Vaughan's appeal : " How shrill are silent tears . " " The vocal ...
... never , till this happy hour , Was blest with such an evening - shower ! 66 A certain swift unexpectedness of metaphor or paradox forms no slight element in the quality of Vaughan's appeal : " How shrill are silent tears . " " The vocal ...
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Pàgina 61 - The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The dust and stones of the street were as precious as gold: the gates were at first the end of the world.
Pàgina 33 - Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality.
Pàgina 67 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Pàgina 61 - You never enjoy the world aright till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars, and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world, and more than so, because men are in it who are every one sole heirs as well as you.
Pàgina 67 - Fireside enjoyments, homeborn happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening know.
Pàgina 8 - Oblivion is not to be hired: the greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the Register of God, not in the record of man.
Pàgina 9 - WITH love exceeding a simple love of the things That glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck; Or change their perch on a beat of quivering wings From branch to branch, only restful to pipe and peck; Or, bristled, curl at a touch their snouts in a ball; Or cast their web between bramble and thorny hook; The good physician Melampus, loving them all, Among them walked, as a scholar who reads a book.
Pàgina 2 - I have no other choice Either for pen or voice To sing or write. 0 Love ! they wrong thee much That say thy sweet is bitter, When thy rich fruit is such As nothing can be sweeter. Fair house of joy and bliss, Where truest pleasure is, I do adore thee : I know thee what thou art, I serve thee with my heart, And fall before thee ! Anon.
Pàgina 60 - WONDER How like an Angel came I down ! How bright are all things here...
Pàgina 21 - Sure thou didst flourish once ! and many Springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers Past ore thy head : many light Hearts and Wings Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. And still a new succession sings and flies ; Fresh Groves grow up, and their green branches shoot Towards the old and still enduring skies, While the low Violet thrives at their root.