Ideas of Good and EvilA. H. Bullen, 1903 - 341 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 37.
3. lappuse
... seemed worth while taking so much trouble to see my books lie on a few drawing - room tables , she filled my head with thoughts of mak- ing a whole literature , and plucked me out of the Dublin art schools where I should have stayed ...
... seemed worth while taking so much trouble to see my books lie on a few drawing - room tables , she filled my head with thoughts of mak- ing a whole literature , and plucked me out of the Dublin art schools where I should have stayed ...
5. lappuse
... seemed to me that it did not matter what tune one wrote to , so long as that gusty energy came often enough and strongly enough . And I delighted in Victor Hugo's book upon Shakespeare , because he abused critics and coteries and ...
... seemed to me that it did not matter what tune one wrote to , so long as that gusty energy came often enough and strongly enough . And I delighted in Victor Hugo's book upon Shakespeare , because he abused critics and coteries and ...
32. lappuse
... my acquaintance , the seeress said , as he had been in a past life , the life that had moulded his present , and that life would now unfold before us . I too seemed to see the man with a strange vividness . The story 32.
... my acquaintance , the seeress said , as he had been in a past life , the life that had moulded his present , and that life would now unfold before us . I too seemed to see the man with a strange vividness . The story 32.
34. lappuse
... seemed to stay a long while , and one saw him eating bread that he took down from a shelf . The evoker of spirits and the seeress began to speculate about the man's character and habits , and decided , from a visionary impression , that ...
... seemed to stay a long while , and one saw him eating bread that he took down from a shelf . The evoker of spirits and the seeress began to speculate about the man's character and habits , and decided , from a visionary impression , that ...
35. lappuse
... pouring a red liquid out of a retort through a slit in the cloth ; the slit is over the mouth of the image and the liquid is gurgling in rather a curious way . ' Presently one of them Magic . Ideas of Good and Evil . Weeks seemed to pass ...
... pouring a red liquid out of a retort through a slit in the cloth ; the slit is over the mouth of the image and the liquid is gurgling in rather a curious way . ' Presently one of them Magic . Ideas of Good and Evil . Weeks seemed to pass ...
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Populāri fragmenti
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.