The Smith College Monthly, Volum 26

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Smith College, 1918
 

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Pàgina 162 - SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!
Pàgina 292 - To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control? Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll Scrawled over on some boyish holiday With idle songs for pipe and virelay, Which do but mar the secret of the whole. Surely there was a time I might have trod The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God: Is...
Pàgina 292 - I treated Art as the supreme reality and Life as a mere mode of fiction. I awoke the imagination of my century so that it created myth and legend around me. I summed up all systems in a phrase and all existence in an epigram.
Pàgina 161 - ... ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep...
Pàgina 162 - The Unseen Playmate When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy and lonely and good, The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood. Nobody heard him and nobody saw, His is a picture you never could draw, But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home, When children are happy and playing alone. He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass, He sings when you tinkle...
Pàgina 461 - TO THE READER WHO faulteth not, liueth not ; who mendeth faults is commended : The Printer hath faulted a little : it may be the author oversighted more. Thy paine (Reader) is the least ; then erre not thou most by misconstruing or sharpe censuring ; least thou be more vncharitable, then either of them hath been heedlesse : God amend and guide vs all.
Pàgina 266 - The world is so full of a number of things, I am sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Pàgina 292 - The gods had given me almost everything. I had genius, a distinguished name, high social position, brilliancy, intellectual daring; I made art a philosophy and philosophy an art: I altered the minds of men and the colours of things: there was nothing I said or did that did not make people wonder.
Pàgina 162 - Tis he, when at night you go off to your bed, Bids you go to your sleep and not trouble your head; For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf, Tis he will take care of your playthings himself!
Pàgina 292 - I took the drama, the most objective form known to art, and made it as personal a mode of expression as the lyric or the sonnet; at the same time I widened its range and enriched its characterisation.

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