What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves. He must have the passion of a lover.
What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves. He must have the passion of a lover.
And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend.
A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
The gray-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate A sea of lead, a sky of slate Already autumn in the air, alas One stark monotony of stone The long hotel, acutely white, Against the after-sunset light Withers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.
Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
Criticism is properly the rod of divination a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.
He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.
Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower with-out fragrance.
The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.
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