The Afternoon Lectures on Literature & Art (Google eBook)

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W. McGee; [etc., etc.,], 1869 - Literature
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Page 170 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Page 170 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Page 148 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know. But leech-like to their fainting country cling...
Page 162 - Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems and new!
Page 48 - I said in mine heart, Go to now, I will prove thee with mirth, therefore enjoy pleasure : and behold, this also is vanity. I said of laughter, It is mad : and of mirth, What
Page 314 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Page 170 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power "Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that he heard it once: we shall hear it byand-by.
Page 169 - That arm is wrongly put and there again A fault to pardon in the drawing's lines, Its body, so to speak : its soul is right, He means right that, a child may understand.
Page 124 - She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
Page 147 - Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks ; And these are but the shatter'd stalks, Or ruin'd chrysalis of one. Nor blame I Death, because he bare The use of virtue out of earth : I know transplanted human worth Will bloom to profit, otherwhere. For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart ; He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

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