As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point... of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, painting--the nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man hath no part in all this glorious work: The hand that built the firmament hath heaved... And smoothed these verdant swells, and sown their slopes With herbage,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away,... And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
While the town small-talk flows from lip to lip; Intrigues half-gathered, conversation-scraps,... Kitchen-cabals, and nursery-mishaps.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O do not grieve for a torn earth... barren fields burnt forests cracked riven volcano-broken hill-slopes islands shrunken mountains lost.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Old age begins in the nursery, and before the young American is put into jacket and trowsers, he says, "I want something which I n...ever saw before" and "I wish I was not I."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But Shakspeare has no peculiarity, no importunate topic; but all is duly given; no veins, no curiosities: no cow-painter, no bird-...fancier, no mannerist is he: he has no discoverable egotism: the great he tells greatly; the small, subordinately. He is wise without emphasis or assertion; he is strong, as nature is strong, who lifts the land into mountain slopes without effort, and by the same rule as she floats a bubble in the air, and likes as well to do the one as the other. This makes that equality of power in farce, tragedy, narrative, and love-songs; a merit so incessant, that each reader is incredulous of the perception of other readers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The moon was waiting for her chill effect. I looked at nine: the swarm was turned to rock... In every lifelike posture of the swarm, Transfixed on mountain slopes almost erect.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The alcoholic trance is not just a haze, as though the eyes were also unshaven. It is not a mere buzzing in the ears, a dizziness ...or disturbance of balance. One arrives in the garden again, at nursery time, when the gentle animals are fed and in all the world there are only toys.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is still the feeling that women's writing is a lesser class of writing, that ... what goes on in the nursery or the bedroom ...is not as important as what goes on in the battlefield, ... that what women know about is a less category of knowledge.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »