Conversations in a Studio, Volume 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1890 - 578 pages |
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Page 38
... one's self to the possible ? Of course I would not now be living if I had ever seen either in the living body ; but why should I not wish for the impossible ? At all events , it is abominable in Fate to prevent me from seeing at least a ...
... one's self to the possible ? Of course I would not now be living if I had ever seen either in the living body ; but why should I not wish for the impossible ? At all events , it is abominable in Fate to prevent me from seeing at least a ...
Page 59
... one's mules are shod with silver , and all one's coachmen and runners are adorned with bracelets . There was a splendid extravagance and an utter recklessness in all that he did . B. Have you any other items of the extrava- gance of ...
... one's mules are shod with silver , and all one's coachmen and runners are adorned with bracelets . There was a splendid extravagance and an utter recklessness in all that he did . B. Have you any other items of the extrava- gance of ...
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... one's whole heart , desired as an end , not as a means . It is as impossible to worship art and mammon together as God and mammon . It demands all one's soul , and heart , and intellect , ay , and even that is too little . To gain ...
... one's whole heart , desired as an end , not as a means . It is as impossible to worship art and mammon together as God and mammon . It demands all one's soul , and heart , and intellect , ay , and even that is too little . To gain ...
Page 112
... one's bones , the ice - blocks hustle and mass against each other in the verse . Again , what loose libration and whirl in that wonderful rhythmic form of " Blown with restless violence round about the pendent world " ! Here is no ...
... one's bones , the ice - blocks hustle and mass against each other in the verse . Again , what loose libration and whirl in that wonderful rhythmic form of " Blown with restless violence round about the pendent world " ! Here is no ...
Page 119
... in au- tumn when we were boys ; and jolly days they were , too . And the frozen thaws then tasted deli- cious . But they did n't keep ; and I don't think I should like them now . B. One's tastes change . I can remember when nothing.
... in au- tumn when we were boys ; and jolly days they were , too . And the frozen thaws then tasted deli- cious . But they did n't keep ; and I don't think I should like them now . B. One's tastes change . I can remember when nothing.
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Page 84 - ... Shylock, we would have moneys :" — you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say, " Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Page 111 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Page 107 - Andrew dock'd in sand, Vailing her high top lower than her ribs, To kiss her burial. Should I go to church, And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which, touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, And, — in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing...
Page 112 - ... where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Page 281 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Page 213 - And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell : but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
Page 239 - It is the hush of night, and all between Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellow'd and mingling, yet distinctly seen. Save darken'd Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Page 204 - I cannot say he is everywhere alike ; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid — his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great when some great occasion is presented to him...
Page 106 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 83 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.