And songs climb out of the flames of the near campfires, Pale, pastel things exquisite in their frailness... With a note or two to indicate it isn't lost, On them at least. The songs decorate our notion of the world And mark its limits, like a frieze of soap-bubbles.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And the serial continues: Pain, expiation, delight, more pain,... A frieze that lengthens continually, in the lucky way Friezes do, and no plot is produced, Nothing you could hang an identifying question on.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Yesterday I went out at about twelve, and visited the British Museum; an exceedingly tiresome affair. It quite crushes a person to... see so much at once; and I wandered from hall to hall with a weary and heavy heart, wishing (Heaven forgive me!) that the Elgin marbles and the frieze of the Parthenon were all burnt into lime, and that the granite Egyptian statues were hewn and squared into building stones, and that the mummies had all turned to dust, two thousand years ago; and, in fine, that all the material relics of so many successive ages had disappeared with the generations that produced them. The present is burthened too much with the past.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird... Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle; Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That's the down-town frieze, Principally the church steeple,... A black line beside a white line; And the stack of the electric plant, A black line drawn on flat air.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which i...s so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompei...i, like the metamorphosis of a nymph into a tree, has arrested us in an accustomed movement.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the ...most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »