The Friendship of Art

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L. C. Page & Company, 1904 - 303 páginas

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Página 9 - So forth and brighter fares my stream, — Who drink it shall not thirst again; No darkness stains its equal gleam. And ages drop in it like rain.
Página 44 - CONSIDER the sea's listless chime : Time's self it is, made audible,- — • The murmur of the earth's own shell. Secret continuance sublime Is the sea's end : our sight may pass No furlong further. Since time was, This sound hath told the lapse of time.
Página 44 - I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come? Am I not always here, thy summer home? Is not my voice thy music, morn and eve? My breath thy healthful climate in the heats, My touch thy antidote, my bay thy bath? Was ever building like my terraces? Was ever couch magnificent as mine? Lie on the warm rock-ledges, and there learn A little hut suffices like a town.
Página 45 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Página 45 - The sea is calm tonight, The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the Straits; — on the French coast, the light Gleams, and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the...
Página 49 - A New commandment,' said the smiling Muse, 'I give my darling son, Thou shalt not preach'; — Luther, Fox, Behmen, Swedenborg, grew pale, And, on the instant, rosier clouds upbore Hafiz and Shakspeare with their shining choirs.
Página 184 - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Página 47 - Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity. What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?
Página 49 - That's somewhat: and you'll find the soul you have missed, Within yourself, when you return him thanks.
Página 283 - Muse, bid the morn awake, Sad winter now declines, Each bird doth choose a mate, This day's St Valentine's ; For that good bishop's sake, Get up, and let us see, "What beauty it shall be That fortune us assigns.

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