Speak What We Feel: Not What We Ought to SayHarper Collins, 13 okt 2009 - 176 pagina's Four Unexpected Prophets Who Shine Light into the Darkness |
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Alphonsus Rodriguez anarchist beautiful believe blind Bridges brother called Carrion Comfort cheer Chesterton Christ Clemens comes Cordelia darkness daughter dead death described Dolben dream Dublin Edgar Edmund everything evil eyes face faith father feel felt finally Fool FREDERICK BUECHNER G. K. Chesterton Gerard Manley Hopkins Gloucester going Goneril Goneril and Regan Grangerford Gregory Hamnet hand Hannibal hear heart Hopkins Huck Huckleberry Finn human race Jesuit joke Kent kind King Lear knew later laugh Lear's Leicester Square less live Livy lonesome looks Mark Twain means mind Miss Watson mother never night once play poem poor raft river Robert Bridges says scene seems sense sestet Shakespeare simply sister sonnets steamboat stranger Sunday Syme tells terrible thee things thou tormented truth turn voice words writing wrote young
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Pagina 31 - THE world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things...
Pagina 34 - ... kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird, — the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Pagina 143 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pagina 28 - I kissed the rod, Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, cheer.
Pagina 40 - MY own heart let me more have pity on ; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable ; not live this tormented mind With this tormented mind tormenting yet. I cast for comfort I can no more get By groping round my comfortless, than blind Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet. Soul, self; come, poor Jackself...
Pagina 153 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Pagina 27 - NOT, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man In me or, most weary, cry / can no more. I can ; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
Pagina 21 - I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me; Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse. Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see The lost are like this, and their scourge to be As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.
Pagina 72 - ... along, talking and singing and laughing. But somehow I couldn't seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but only the other kind.