He hung out of the window a long while looking up and down the street. The world's second metropolis. In the brick houses and the ...dingy lamplight and the voices of a group of boys kidding and quarreling on the steps of a house opposite, in the regular firm tread of a policeman, he felt a marching like soldiers, like a sidewheeler going up the Hudson under the Palisades, like an election parade, through long streets towards something tall white full of colonnades and stately. Metropolis.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
His white head hung out like a carpet bag and his crotch turned blue as a blood blister,... and Godfather death, as it is written, put a finger on his back for the big blackout, the big no.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As we walked homeward across the fields, the sun dropped and lay like a great golden globe in the low west. While it hung there, t...he moon rose in the east, as big as a cart-wheel, pale silver and streaked with rose colour, thin as a bubble or a ghost-moon. For five, perhaps ten minutes, the two luminaries confronted each other across the level land, resting on opposite edges of the world. In that singular light every little tree and shock of wheat, every sunflower stalk and clump of snow-on-the-mountain, drew itself up high and pointed; the very clods and furrows in the fields seemed to stand up sharply. I felt the old pull of the earth, the solemn magic that comes out of those fields at nightfall. I wished I could be a little boy again, and that my way could end there.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Even of old the Christian world, so bitterly antagonistic to any ideas not specifically contained in their creeds and dogmas, made... an exception in Socrates' case. They recognized his likeness to Christ. He was the example that a soul could be Christlike not through grace, but by nature. Erasmus said, "Holy Socrates, pray for us." To know him is a help to knowing Christ, and it is not hard to know him. We can see him quite clearly. Plato who drew his portrait, could not, of course, keep himself out of it, any more than Christ's recorders could, but at least magic did not dog Plato's footsteps as it did everyone's footsteps when the Gospels were written. In the fourth century B.C. Greeks had no leaning to marvels. Also in the centuries that followed no one founded a church on Socrates and built up around him a theology and hung creeds and ceremonials upon him. To see what he was we do not have to brush anything away except a bit of Plato. We can use him as a stepping stone to Christ, a first aid in realizing what Christ was.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom--a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crus...hing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At length to hospital This man was limited,... Where screens leant on the wall And idle headphones hung. Since he would soon be dead They let his wife come along And pour out tea, each day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed, so sanded; and their heads are hung... With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had an old axe which nobody claimed, with which by spells in winter days, on the sunny side of the house, I played about the stu...mps which I had got out of my bean-field. As my driver prophesied when I was plowing, they warmed me twice,--once while I was splitting them, and again when they were on the fire, so that no fuel could give out more heat. As for the axe,... if it was dull, it was at least hung true.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young And weep because I know all things now:... I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough Among my leaves in times out of mind....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »