The Philosophy of Art: The Meaning and Relations of Sculpture, Painting, Poetry and Music

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B.W. Huebsch, 1913 - Počet stran: 347
 

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Strana 224 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Strana 33 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Strana 262 - I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answered, "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell...
Strana 234 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a...
Strana 304 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Strana 94 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, "Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here!
Strana 258 - He, making speedy way through spersed ayre, > , And through the world of waters wide and deepe, •* .}• To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. „' Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, ' And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is ; there Tethys his wet bed...
Strana 235 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare Ships, towers, domes, theatres. and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Strana 323 - Ave Maria! blessed be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft...
Strana 88 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea...

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