But one sound always rose above the clamor of busy life and, no matter how much of a tintinnabulation, was never confused and, for... a moment lifted everything into an ordered sphere: that of the bells.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We all agree now--by "we" I mean intelligent people under sixty--that a work of art is like a rose. A rose is not beautiful becaus...e it is like something else. Neither is a work of art. Roses and works of art are beautiful in themselves. Unluckily, the matter does not end there: a rose is the visible result of an infinitude of complicated goings on in the bosom of the earth and in the air above, and similarly a work of art is the product of strange activities in the human mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk! The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with the men who ...work. This is the rose that He planted, here in the thorn-curst soil: Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But Thou that know'st Love above Intrest or lust Strew the Myrtle and Rose on this once belov'd Dust... And shed one pious tear upon Jinny the Just Tread soft on her Grave, and do right to her honor Let neither rude hand no ill Tongue light upon her Do all the smal Favors that now can be done herLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm... That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Half-opening her lips to the frost's morning sigh, how strangely the rose has smiled on a swift-fleeting day of September! Ho...w audacious it is to advance in stately manner before the blue-tit fluttering in the shrubs that have long lost their leaves, like a queen with the spring's greeting on her lips; to bloom with steadfast hope that, parted from the cold flower-bed, she may be the last to cling, intoxicated, to a young hostess's breast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »