My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black ...as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl, his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am not naturally ... "A bag of wind"; yet ... I mean deliberately and decidedly "to cut" in future all my old ideas on this head.... I don't think modesty "pays." It is a good quality in a family, it is a domestic virtue, it makes a home happy after you have got a home, but it is not potent in getting homes. It is not a money-maker, neither is it lucky in gaining a reputation. I am of the impression that gaseous bodies do better.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touch'd it?... Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow Before the soil hath smutch'd it? Have you felt the wool of the beaver, Or swan's down ever? Or have smelt of the bud of the brier, Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What every artist should try to prevent is the car, in which is our civilized life, plunging over the side of the precipice--the e...xhibitionist extremist promoter driving the whole bag of tricks into a nihilistic nothingness or zero.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The signs look better. The Father of Waters again goes unvexed to the sea. Thanks to the great North-West for it. Nor yet wholly t...o them.... The job was a great national one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried ...down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the miser-merman, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless, ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous, God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of waters heaved the colossal orbs. He saw God's foot upon the treadle of the loom, and spoke it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dionysus, as we see him in art and poetry, is the projected expression of the ways and dreams of this primitive people, brooded ov...er and harmonised by the energetic Greek imagination; the religious imagination of the Greeks being, precisely, a unifying or identifying power, bringing together things naturally asunder, making, as it were, for the human body a soul of waters, for the human soul a body of flowers; welding into something like the identity of a human personality the whole range of man's experiences of a given object, or series of objects--all the hidden ordinances by which those facts and qualities hold of unseen forces, and have their roots in purely visionary places.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
English general and singular terms, identity, quantification, and the whole bag of ontological tricks may be correlated with eleme...nts of the native language in any of various mutually incompatible ways, each compatible with all possible linguistic data, and none preferable to another save as favored by a rationalization of the native language that is simple and natural to us.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and then... there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Caught by the spectacle my mind turned round As with the might of waters; an apt type... This label seemed of the utmost we can know, Both of ourselves and of the universe; And, on the shape of that unmoving man, His steadfast face and sightless eyes, I gazed, As if admonished from another world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »