Adriatica: And Other Poems |
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ADRIATICA Amrita Antony aphorisms Beauty BÉKÁSSY beneath body BRITAIN BY NEILL brood calm Cambridge Cattaro CHAPTER character charm clay clouds COMISA Corfu daisies Death DEATH'S LOVE deck deep delight desires doth dreams earth ecstasy EDINBURGH eyes fancy feeling FERENC Foam-winged forget fountain whence FRAGMENTARY VIEWS grass greater reason grey grow happiness Herbert INCORONATA innocence island LACROMA LAST FRAGMENT Let love Lissa Love's lover mind morning mused never night Grew once OPEN SEA Orion pain pale passed passion Philemon philosopher pleasure POEMS poet proud quiet RAGUSA remember rest rhododendron bushes round sailed SAN PIETRO sand seemed shadow shore sigh sight silent slanting song soon soothe spoke stars stoop sweet talk tears Theodora thing to tell thought thousand treasure trees uneventful vanish Venice waterfalls wind stirs wing wise words yesterday Zurt دو
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Page 10 - He fell without a murmur in the noise of battle; found rest 'Midst the roar of hooves on the grass, a bullet struck through his breast. Perhaps he drowsily lay; for him alone it was still, And the blood ran out of his body, it had taken so little to kill. So many thousand lay round him, it would need a poet, maybe, Or a woman, or one of his kindred, to remember that none were as he; It would need the mother he followed, or the girl he went beside When he walked the paths of summer in the flush of...
Page 56 - To have strong and definite preferences, and paint a waterfall because there is some one thing you like about waterfalls ; but to try to paint it as it is — that is, to paint its general character, not this one thing only — because you also respect waterfalls ; this balance of fancy and contemplation, of subjectivity and workmanship, is admirable in an artist or a historian.
Page 11 - ... weak, his heart is still, and a dream His longing, his hope, his sadness. He dies, his full years seem Drooping palely around, they pass with his breath Softly, as dreams have an end — it is not a violent death. My days and the world's pass dully, our times are ill ; For men with labour are born, and men, without wishing it, kill.
Page 14 - I see the grains, that long ago have pearled Through time's dim glass, and know them, tear by tear, For vanity : but banner-like unfurled, My love that was, is bright. My end is near. Now all the rest is dust and emptiness. I give myself to her — for she is here.
Page 9 - While over the world the gloomy days of the war dragged heavily. He fell without a murmur in the noise of battle ; found rest 'Midst the roar of hooves on the grass, a bullet struck through his breast. Perhaps he drowsily lay ; for him alone...
Page 51 - The aim of education is to create, by means of circumstance, men and women independent of circumstance.
Page 36 - All things, and all made foul ; dried up and lean The flesh of knowledge and the fat of love.