MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 56Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1887 |
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... better , I will say that I am as dead as a door - nail . I have passed from the condition of life to the condition of existence . By a happy accident I am now alive for purposes of conversation : a pastime in which I always found an ...
... better , I will say that I am as dead as a door - nail . I have passed from the condition of life to the condition of existence . By a happy accident I am now alive for purposes of conversation : a pastime in which I always found an ...
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... better luck than happens to most poets . For the poet eats himself up in his lifetime , and misses his daily search for rhymes , as well as the daily price of them , when he is dead ; just as an Italian donkey on Sunday misses being ...
... better luck than happens to most poets . For the poet eats himself up in his lifetime , and misses his daily search for rhymes , as well as the daily price of them , when he is dead ; just as an Italian donkey on Sunday misses being ...
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... better to be a poet . After all , it is If people only knew and understood how much better it is to live out one's life naturally ! There is so little of it , and the remem- brance of that little must serve one so long ! " " It is ...
... better to be a poet . After all , it is If people only knew and understood how much better it is to live out one's life naturally ! There is so little of it , and the remem- brance of that little must serve one so long ! " " It is ...
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... better to say to him than that there were good plums on the road from Jena to Weimar and that I was writing a ' Faust . ' I got no applause for my plums and no sympathy for my ' Faust ' ; I never wrote the ' Faust , ' but I never ate ...
... better to say to him than that there were good plums on the road from Jena to Weimar and that I was writing a ' Faust . ' I got no applause for my plums and no sympathy for my ' Faust ' ; I never wrote the ' Faust , ' but I never ate ...
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... better than an unpretending nun , with nothing to say the like of which one was used to hear . Certainly one was not stimulated by , enwrapped , absorbed in the great master's doings only , with much private disappointment , put on ...
... better than an unpretending nun , with nothing to say the like of which one was used to hear . Certainly one was not stimulated by , enwrapped , absorbed in the great master's doings only , with much private disappointment , put on ...
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Page 432 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...
Page 352 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
Page 87 - My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought, As if life's business were a summer mood; As if all needful things would come unsought To genial faith, still rich in genial good; But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
Page 420 - And in far other scenes! For I was reared In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags...
Page 185 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come ; the readiness is all ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Page 352 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 83 - Tis of a little child Upon a lonesome wild, Not far from home, but she hath lost her way: And now moans low in bitter grief and fear, And now screams loud, and hopes to make her mother hear.
Page 81 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth...
Page 82 - Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Page 85 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.