Works, Volume 1

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J. Wiley & sons, 1887
 

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Page 65 - their bluest veins to kiss' - the shadow, as it steals back from them, revealing line after line of azure undulation, as a receding tide leaves the waved sand; their capitals rich with interwoven tracery, rooted knots of herbage, and drifting leaves of acanthus and vine, and mystical signs, all beginning and ending in the Cross; and above them, in the broad archivolts, a continuous chain of language and of...
Page 114 - I have rejoiced in the way of thy testimonies, as much as in all riches.
Page 349 - And unto man he said, Behold, The fear of the LORD, that is wisdom ; And to depart from evil is understanding.
Page 141 - The men of Arvad with thine army were upon thy walls round about, and the Gammadims were in thy towers: they hanged their shields upon thy walls round about ; they have made thy beauty perfect.
Page 44 - Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless ; peacocks and lilies for instance...
Page 62 - ... grass, we will go along the straight walk to the west front, and there stand for a time, looking up at its deep-pointed porches and the dark places between their pillars where there were statues once, and where the fragments here and there of a stately figure are still left...
Page 64 - ... cases entering at the front only, and fading away in a few feet from the threshold into a gloom which the eye from without cannot penetrate, but which is generally broken by a ray or two from a feeble lamp at the back of the shop, suspended before a print of the Virgin. The less pious...
Page 62 - ... russet-orange lichen, melancholy gold; and so higher still to the bleak towers, so far above that the eye loses itself among the bosses of their traceries though they are rude and strong, and only sees like a drift of eddying black points now closing, now scattering, and now settling suddenly into invisible places among the bosses and flowers, the crowd of restless birds that fill the whole square with that strange clangor of theirs, so harsh and yet so soothing like the cries of birds on a solitary...
Page 69 - What else there is of light is from torches or silver lamps, burning ceaselessly in the recesses of the chapels ; the roof sheeted with gold, and the polished walls covered with alabaster, give back at every curve and angle some feeble gleaming to the flames...
Page 74 - And Jacob rose up early in the morning, and took the stone that he had put for his pillow, and set it up for a pillar, and poured oil upon the top of it.

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