Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.
Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.
A dim antagonism gathered force within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her disloyalty: and when it passed, cloudlike, leaving his mind serene and dutiful towards her again, he was made aware dimly and without regret of a first noiseless sundering of their lives.
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo
A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.
Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer. Terror is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the secret cause.
And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?
Stuff it into you, his belly counselled him.
Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.
Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.
By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard it in an echo of the infuriated cries within him.
That is horse piss and rotted straw, he thought. It is a good odour to breathe. It will calm my heart. My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.
Have read little and understood less.
The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by an unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him.
He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.
The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.
His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
Three things are needed for beauty, wholeness, harmony and radiance.
His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth.
Time is, Time Was, Time shall be know more
If we must have a Jesus let us have a legitimate Jesus.
To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.
In the soft grey silence he could hear the bump of the balls: and from here and from there through the quiet air the sound of the cricket bats: pick, pack, pock, puck: like drops of water in a fountain falling softly in the brimming bowl.
You can still die when the sun is shining.
It could not be a wall but there could be a thin thin line there all round everything.
You could get a book then. There was a book in the library about Holland. There were lovely foreign names in it and pictures of strangelooking cities and ships. It made you feel so happy.
Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in his arms the loveliness which has long faded from the world. Not this. Not at all. I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.
My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.
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