Uprose the merry Sphinx, And crouched no more in stone; She melted into purple cloud, She silvered in the moon; She spired into a yellow flame; She flowered in blossoms red; She flowed into a foaming wave: She stood Monadnoc's head. Thorough a thousand... The Atlantic Monthly - Page 2341897Full view - About this book
| Laura Dassow Walls - Biography & Autobiography - 2003 - 302 pages
...everywhere, imbue everything with light and power, and speak her single challenge through a thousand voices: "Who telleth one of my meanings / Is master of all I am." Each part of nature contains the whole, and all parts lead to the same great whole; but the only way... | |
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...lines, snatches of grace. He himself knew the quality of his poetry, and wrote of it, " All were gifted through and through, Five lines lasted sound and true.*'...universal dame : ' Who telleth one of my meanings IK master of all I am.' " He himself has very well described the impression his verse is apt to make... | |
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...flame; She flowered in blossoms red; She flowed into a foaming wave; She stood Monadnoc's head. Thoro a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame: "Who telleth one of my meanings, Is master of all I am." Perhaps here is the way out of our difficulties. If we can unriddle the problem of reality in one instance... | |
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