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accept Apollo appear artist beauty better body born Browning called cause comes death divine doubt dream earth effect evil existence expression eyes face fact fancy Fates fear feel Ferishtah follow FRIEND Fust gain gift give God's hand head heart heaven hold human ignorance infinite Italy keep knowledge leave less lies life's light live look man's March master means mind moral nature needs never object once pain paint painter pass past perfect Persian plain play poem poet praise present prove reach seems sense Shah soul speak stand star step story strength sure tell thanks thee things thou thought true truth turn whole wonder wrong
Page xxiii - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast its splendour, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day ! You understand me ? I have said enough ? Fest.
Page 391 - Mrs Browning's Death is rather a relief to me, I must say: no more Aurora Leighs, thank God! A woman of real Genius, I know : but what is the upshot of it all ? She and her Sex had better mind the Kitchen and their Children ; and perhaps the Poor: except in such things as little Novels, they only devote themselves to what Men do much better, leaving that which Men do worse or not at all.
Page 280 - WHY?" Because all I haply can and do, All that I am now, all I hope to be Whence comes it save from fortune setting free Body and soul the purpose to pursue, God traced for both ? If fetters, not a few, Of prejudice, convention, fall from me, These shall I bid men each in his degree Also God-guided bear, and gaily too ? But little do or can the best of us : That little is achieved through Liberty.
Page 270 - At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free. Will they pass to where by death, fools think, imprisoned Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so, Pity me? Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly ? Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel Being who ? One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never...
Page 198 - How many a year, my Asolo, Since one step just from sea to land I found you, loved yet feared you so For natural objects seemed to stand Palpably fire-clothed!
Page 301 - All rose to do the task He set to each, ' Who shaped us to his ends and not our own ; The million rose to learn, and one to teach What none yet ever knew or can be known...
Page 52 - All the same, Of absolute and irretrievable And all-subduing black, black's soul of black Beyond white's power to disintensify, Of that I saw no sample...
Page 301 - Coleridge says, is a solemn duty, which we owe alike to ourselves and to the world a worship to the spirit of good within, which requires, before it sends that inspiration forth, which impresses its likeness upon all that it creates, devoted and disinterested homage.
Page 203 - Quiet and peace: inside, nor blame Nor want, nor wish whate'er betide. What is it like that has happened before? A dream? No dream, more real by much. A vision? But fanciful days of yore Brought many : mere musing seems not such, zo Perhaps but a memory, after all!