The School Arts Book, Volume 8

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Davis Press, 1909 - Art
 

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Page 551 - The beauty and the wonder and the power, The shapes of things, their colors, lights and shades, Changes, surprises, — and God made it all! — For what? Do you feel thankful, ay or no, For this fair town's face, yonder river's line, The mountain round it and the sky above, Much more the figures of man, woman, child, These are the frame to?
Page 10 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Page 796 - Daughters of time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will; Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
Page 945 - ... Which no false art refines. Down in yon watery nook, Where bearded mists divide, The gray old gods whom Chaos knew, The sires of Nature, hide. Aloft, in secret veins of air, Blows the sweet breath of song, O, few to scale those uplands dare, Though they to all belong! See thou bring not to field or stone The fancies found in books; Leave authors' eyes, and fetch your own, To brave the landscape's looks.
Page 615 - Ye know that the princes of the Gentiles exercise dominion over them, and they that are great exercise authority upon them. But it shall not be so among you : but whosoever will be great among you, let him be your minister; and whosoever will be chief among -you, let him be your servant : even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.
Page 535 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Page 304 - COME, bring with a noise, My merry merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing, While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts' desiring, With the last year's brand Light the new block, and •For good, success in his spending, On your psalteries play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a-teending.
Page 265 - But, above all, where thou findest ignorance, stupidity, brute-mindedness — attack it I say; smite it wisely, unweariedly, and rest not while thou livest and it lives; but smite, smite in the name of God!
Page 267 - To hold the same views at forty as we held at twenty is to have been stupefied for a score of years, and take rank, not as a prophet, but as an unteachable brat, well birched and none the wiser. It is as if a...
Page 14 - And the poet, faithful and far-seeing, Sees, alike in stars and flowers, a part Of the self-same, universal being, Which is throbbing in his brain and heart.

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