Ideas of Good and EvilA. H. Bullen, 1903 - 341 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 27.
7. lappuse
... tell the god or goddess they would commend to an unfading memory . Poetry that is not popular poetry presup- poses , indeed , more than it says , though we , who cannot know what it is to be disinherited , only understand how much more ...
... tell the god or goddess they would commend to an unfading memory . Poetry that is not popular poetry presup- poses , indeed , more than it says , though we , who cannot know what it is to be disinherited , only understand how much more ...
12. lappuse
... telling me Good and ཏི ། ' ' ཡཏི ཀཱ ཤ Evil . > воспинний ( 4 that , it was shutting the door after the house was robbed . · • • ' You have taken the east from me , you have taken the west from me , you have taken what is before me and ...
... telling me Good and ཏི ། ' ' ཡཏི ཀཱ ཤ Evil . > воспинний ( 4 that , it was shutting the door after the house was robbed . · • • ' You have taken the east from me , you have taken the west from me , you have taken what is before me and ...
26. lappuse
... tell what changes this new art is to go through , or to what greatness or littleness of fortune ; but I can imagine little stories in prose with their dialogues in metre going pleasantly to the strings . I am not certain that I shall ...
... tell what changes this new art is to go through , or to what greatness or littleness of fortune ; but I can imagine little stories in prose with their dialogues in metre going pleasantly to the strings . I am not certain that I shall ...
44. lappuse
... telling myself one of those long foolish tales which one tells only to oneself . If something had happened that had not happened , I would have hurt my arm , I thought . I saw my- self with my arm in a sling in the middle of some ...
... telling myself one of those long foolish tales which one tells only to oneself . If something had happened that had not happened , I would have hurt my arm , I thought . I saw my- self with my arm in a sling in the middle of some ...
46. lappuse
... tell of stranger images , of stranger enchantments , of stranger imaginations , cast consciously or unconsciously over as great distances by friends or by myself , were it not that the greater energies of the mind seldom break forth but ...
... tell of stranger images , of stranger enchantments , of stranger imaginations , cast consciously or unconsciously over as great distances by friends or by myself , were it not that the greater energies of the mind seldom break forth but ...
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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.