The Sewanee Review, Volume 30University of the South, 1922 |
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... heart , And in the wood the furious winter blowing . Think not , when fire was bright upon my bricks And past the tight boards hardly a wind could enter , I glowed like them , the simple burning sticks , Far from my cause , my proper ...
... heart , And in the wood the furious winter blowing . Think not , when fire was bright upon my bricks And past the tight boards hardly a wind could enter , I glowed like them , the simple burning sticks , Far from my cause , my proper ...
Pagina 6
... heart he was neither monk nor priest , any more than Petrarch was . He was a man of letters , — first and last , of delicate health and fastidious tastes . The life of a monastery was intolerable to him . The long daily offices bored ...
... heart he was neither monk nor priest , any more than Petrarch was . He was a man of letters , — first and last , of delicate health and fastidious tastes . The life of a monastery was intolerable to him . The long daily offices bored ...
Pagina 7
... hearts of the Humanists turned back to the days of the palm and the pæan , to the land of the poets , where the earth was fair under the glance of the sun - god , and where the flowers bloomed along the footsteps of the goddess who was ...
... hearts of the Humanists turned back to the days of the palm and the pæan , to the land of the poets , where the earth was fair under the glance of the sun - god , and where the flowers bloomed along the footsteps of the goddess who was ...
Pagina 27
... hearts on their sleeves , and whose ready speech and facile manners only serve the better to disguise their inner selves . It is the present writer's desire to tell something of what he has seen around him in the France after the war ...
... hearts on their sleeves , and whose ready speech and facile manners only serve the better to disguise their inner selves . It is the present writer's desire to tell something of what he has seen around him in the France after the war ...
Pagina 40
... hearts crushed songless and lips dumb with wrong , Mouths that have bitten sorrow to the core , And eyes of keen distress . " 3 Not all of Mr. Gibson's poetry has been published in his books ; much is buried in English periodicals ...
... hearts crushed songless and lips dumb with wrong , Mouths that have bitten sorrow to the core , And eyes of keen distress . " 3 Not all of Mr. Gibson's poetry has been published in his books ; much is buried in English periodicals ...
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Pagina 461 - Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Pagina 460 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Pagina 461 - The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night- wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Pagina 87 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Pagina 8 - The bas-relief in bronze ye promised me, Those Pans and Nymphs ye wot of, and perchance Some tripod, thyrsus, with a vase or so, The Saviour at his sermon on the mount, Saint Praxed in a glory...
Pagina 400 - E'en in its height of verdure, if an age Less bright succeed not. Cimabue thought To lord it over painting's field; and now The cry is Giotto's,
Pagina 203 - It is a partnership in all science, a partnership in all art, a partnership in every virtue, and in all perfection. As the ends of such a partnership cannot be obtained in many generations, it becomes a partnership not only between those who are living, but between those who are living, those who are dead, and those who are to be born.
Pagina 492 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and, at first, it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven, as a lamb's fleece ; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head, and broke its stalk, and,...
Pagina 275 - My destiny! Droll thing life is — that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself — that comes too late — a crop of unextinguishable regrets.
Pagina 491 - ... of Moses when he was forced to wear a veil, because himself had seen the face of God ; and still while a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till he shows a fair face and a full light, and then he shines one whole day, under a cloud often, and sometimes weeping great and little showers, and sets quickly : so is a man's reason and his life.