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Страница 521 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Страница 417 - But it's jolly to fare like a great black crow! The crow — the crow! the great black crow! He never gets drunk on the rain or snow; He never gets drunk, but he never says no! If you press him to tipple ever so. So — so! you great black crow! It's an honour to soak like a great black crow! The crow — the crow! the great black crow! He lives for a hundred year and mo'; He lives till he dies, and he dies as slow As the morning mists down the hill that go.
Страница 514 - Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone; A truth, which through our being then doth melt, And purifies from self: it is a tone, The soul and source of music, which makes known Eternal harmony...
Страница 371 - Evening Sun. It is difficult to speak in terms of sober criticism when noticing that beautiful art production "The Studio." It is not surprising that " The Studio " is the favorite art periodical of the artist.
Страница 550 - Still the world is wondrous large, — seven seas from marge to marge, — And it holds a vast of various kinds of man; And the wildest dreams of Kew are the facts of Khatmandhu, And the crimes of Clapham chaste in Martaban.
Страница 452 - ... undertake the work as an order, but Ulrich would not accept a price for it. He preferred to give it as a freewill offering, and he meant it to be the best piece .of wood-sculpture that had ever yet left his hand. He had made innumerable designs for it both in clay and on paper, and separate studies from life for the limbs, hands, and feet. In short, it was to be no ordinary piece of mere conventional GrOdner Thai work, but a work of art in the true sense of the word.
Страница 450 - ... hills to mow and reap, and breathe the mountain air. Nor do our carvers carve only grotesque toys. All the crucifixes that you see by the wayside, all the carved stalls and tabernacles, all the painted and gilded saints decorating screens and side altars in our Tyrolean churches, are the work of their hands. After what I have said, you will no doubt have guessed that ours was a family of wood-carvers. My father, who died when my sister and I were quite little children, was a wood-carver. My mother...
Страница 482 - Changes in party measures there will of course be in the future, as there have been in the past; but the professionals are not the men to make them changes for the better. The Machine will not be reformed from within ; it must be assailed from without. Two heavy blows have been lately struck at it. The first was the Civil Service Reform Act of 1883.
Страница 415 - ... their vigil, and stole away on tiptoe. I was left alone with the solemnity and the vague fear of my dead self. And the Fear increased its power against me. . . . I wished to follow those who had gone; but I could not. Some power unknown benumbed my will, — and drew me irresistibly, — attracted me nearer and nearer to that wan wreck of Myself. . . . And as I surveyed my dead face, it seemed to stretch slowly with distortion — to become spectrally lengthened, as a reflected image is drawn...