Ideas of Good and EvilA. H. Bullen, 1903 - 341 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 29.
16. lappuse
... passing over the strings , and has spoken to me some verses from Shelley's Skylark and Sir Ector's lamentation over the dead Launcelot out of the Morte d'Arthur and some of my own poems . Wherever the rhythm was most delicate , wherever ...
... passing over the strings , and has spoken to me some verses from Shelley's Skylark and Sir Ector's lamentation over the dead Launcelot out of the Morte d'Arthur and some of my own poems . Wherever the rhythm was most delicate , wherever ...
36. lappuse
... passing continually from where it crawled to the man in his bed , and I asked the evoker of spirits what they were . He said , ' They are the images of his terror . ' Presently the man in the conical cap began to speak , but who heard ...
... passing continually from where it crawled to the man in his bed , and I asked the evoker of spirits what they were . He said , ' They are the images of his terror . ' Presently the man in the conical cap began to speak , but who heard ...
38. lappuse
... passed through a castle door , and the seeress noticed with surprise the bareness and rudeness of castle rooms . There was nothing of the magnificence or the pageantry she had expected . The man came to a large hall and 38.
... passed through a castle door , and the seeress noticed with surprise the bareness and rudeness of castle rooms . There was nothing of the magnificence or the pageantry she had expected . The man came to a large hall and 38.
39. lappuse
... passed through the great hall one of us , I forget whom , noticed that he passed over two gravestones . Then the vision became broken , but presently he stood in a monk's habit among men - at- arms in the middle of a village reading ...
... passed through the great hall one of us , I forget whom , noticed that he passed over two gravestones . Then the vision became broken , but presently he stood in a monk's habit among men - at- arms in the middle of a village reading ...
41. lappuse
... The evoker of spirits saw them too , and said that one of them held up his arms and they were with- out hands . I thought of the two grave- stones the man in chain mail had passed Magic . Ideas of Good and Evil . over in the great 4I.
... The evoker of spirits saw them too , and said that one of them held up his arms and they were with- out hands . I thought of the two grave- stones the man in chain mail had passed Magic . Ideas of Good and Evil . over in the great 4I.
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207. lappuse - To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is God our Father dear; And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is man, His child and care. For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine: And Peace, the human dress.
161. lappuse - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
207. lappuse - For mercy, pity, peace, and love, Is God our Father dear ; And mercy, pity, peace, and love, Is man, His child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face ; And Love, the human form divine ; And Peace, the human dress.
99. lappuse - That thus enchains us to permitted ill. We might be otherwise, we might be all We dream of happy, high, majestical. Where is the love, beauty and truth we seek, But in our mind? and if we were not weak, Should we be less in deed than in desire?' 'Ay, if we were not weak — and we aspire How vainly to be strong!' said Maddalo; 'You talk Utopia.
103. lappuse - And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
278. lappuse - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
180. lappuse - Artist in fear and doubt of his own original conception. The spirit of Titian was particularly active in raising doubts concerning the possibility of executing without a model, and when once he had raised the doubt, it became easy for him to snatch away the vision time after time...
275. lappuse - So they took the blossoms of the oak, and the blossoms of the broom, and the blossoms of the meadow-sweet, and produced from them a maiden, the fairest and most graceful that man ever saw. And they baptized her, and gave her the name of Flower-Aspect.
277. lappuse - More yellow was her head than the flower of the broom ; and her skin was whiter than the foam of the wave ; and fairer were her hands and her fingers than the blossoms of the wood-anemone amidst the spray of the meadow fountain.
318. lappuse - The more a poet rids his verses of heterogeneous knowledge and irrelevant analysis, and purifies his mind with elaborate art, the more does the little ritual of his verse resemble the great ritual of Nature, and become mysterious and inscrutable.