Delight, the Soul of Art: Five Lectures by Arthur Jerome Eddy

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J.B. Lippincott, 1902 - 287 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 172 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Pàgina 172 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pàgina 105 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Pàgina 114 - Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos...
Pàgina 46 - Phoebus gins to shew his glorious hed. Hark! how the cheerefull birds do chaunt theyr laies And carroll of Loves praise. The merry Larke hir mattins sings aloft ; The Thrush replyes ; the Mavis descant playes ; The Ouzell shrills ; the Ruddock warbles soft ; So goodly all agree, with sweet consent, To this dayes merriment. Ah ! my deere love, why doe ye sleepe thus long, When meeter were that ye should now awake, T...
Pàgina 212 - I am that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal and Whole; God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.
Pàgina 41 - Yon rising Moon that looks for us again — How oft hereafter will she wax and wane ; How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden — and for one in vain...
Pàgina 36 - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Pàgina 210 - Be a god and hold me With a charm ! Be a man and fold me With thine arm ! VII Teach me, only teach, Love ! As I ought I will speak thy speech, Love Think thy thought — VIII Meet, if thou require it, Both demands, Laying flesh and spirit In thy hands.
Pàgina 105 - Neither do I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted...

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