Joyous Gard

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G.P. Putnam's sons, 1913 - 267 pages
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Page 36 - I have written independently without judgment. I may write independently and with judgment hereafter. The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself.
Page 32 - power arises from within, like the colour of a flower which fades and changes as it is developed, and the conscious portions of our nature are unprophetic either of its approach or its departure. When composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline.
Page 56 - In the middle leaps a fountain Like sheet lightning, Ever brightening With a low melodious thunder; All day and all night it is ever drawn From the brain of the purple mountain Which stands in the distance yonder:. . . And the mountain draws it from Heaven above,
Page 87 - They have stricken me, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not. When shall I awake ? I will seek it yet again.
Page 270 - In the essay Mr. Benson is at his best, and here he is in his best vein. An atmosphere of rest and tranquil thoughtfulness envelops the reader, as he peruses this book so full of sage reflection, humor, shrewd observation, and serviceable thought; so fluent, accurate, and beautiful in style; so
Page 270 - Once more Mr. Benson has put forth one of his appealing and eloquent studies in human motive; and once more he has succeeded, with unfailing certainty of touch, in getting out of his study a remarkable and impressive effect.''—London Chronicle. The Schoolmaster A Commentary upon the Alms and Methods of an
Page 31 - I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone, but in a thousand worlds.
Page 32 - greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is like a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind,
Page 31 - This morning poetry has conquered—I have relapsed into those abstractions which are my only life—I feel escaped from a new, strange, and threatening sorrow.... There is an awful warmth about my heart, like a load of immortality.
Page 249 - Happily for me, I have learned to live much in the spirit, and see brightness on the other side of life, otherwise this running of my poor doe with the inextricable arrow in her flanks would pull me down too.

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