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By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

But, visiting Sea, your love doth press / And reach in further than you know, / And fills all these; and, when you go, / There's loneliness in loneliness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

My day-mind can endure / Upright, in hope, all it must undergo. / But O, afraid, unsure, / My night-mind waking lies too low, too low.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

I have known some grim bells, with not a single joyous note in the whole peal, so forced to hurry for a human festival, with their harshness made light of, as though the Bishop of Hereford had again been forced to dance in his boots by a merry highwayman.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

The eyelids confess, and reject, and refuse to reject. They have expressed all things ever since man was man. And they express so much by seeming to hide or to reveal that which indeed expresses nothing. For there is no message from the eye. It has direction, it moves, in the service of the sense of sight; it receives the messages of the world. But expression is outward, and the eye has it not. There are no windows of the soul, there are only curtains.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alice Meynell

The traveling heart went free / With endless streams; that strife was stopped; / And down a thousand vales I dropped, / I flowed to Italy.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Our fathers valued change for the sake of its results; we value it in the act.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alice Meynell

There is no innocent sleep so innocent as sleep shared between a woman and a child, the little breath hurrying beside the longer, as a child's foot runs.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Terrestrial scenery is much, but it is not all. Men go in search of it; but the celestial scenery journeys to them; it goes its way round the world. It has no nation, it costs no wearinesss, it knows no bonds.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alice Meynell

There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

It is principally for the sake of the leg that a change in the dress of man is so much to be desired. The leg is the best part of the figure and the best leg is the man s. Man should no longer disguise the long lines, the strong forms, in those lengths of piping or tubing that are of all garments the most stupid.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alice Meynell

There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with so much confidence.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alice Meynell

With mimicry, with praises, with echoes, or with answers, the poets have all but outsung the bell. The inarticulate bell has found too much interpretation, too many rhymes professing to close with her inaccessible utterance, and to agree with her remote tongue. The bell, like the bird, is a musician pestered with literature.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

The cloud controls the light ... It is the cloud that, holding the sun's rays in a sheaf as a giant holds a handful of spears, strikes the horizon, touches the extreme edge with a delicate revelation of light, or suddenly puts it out and makes the foreground shine.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alice Meynell

We talk of sunshine and moonshine, but not of cloud-shine, which is yet one of the illuminations of our skies. A shining cloud is one of the most majestic of all secondary lights.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

for man, woman, and child the tender, irregular, sensitive, living foot, which does not even stand with all its little surface on the ground, and which makes no base to satisfy an architectural eye, is, as it were, the unexpected thing. ... nothing makes a more helpless and unsymmetrical sign than does a naked foot.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Tender, too, is the silence of human feet. You have but to pass a season amongst the barefooted to find that man, who, shod, makes so much ado, is naturally as silent as snow.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

... I am dark but fair, / Black but fair.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Red has been praised for its nobility of the color of life. But the true color of life is not red. Red is the color of violence, or of life broken open, edited, and published. Or if red is indeed the color of life, it is so only on condition that it is not seen. Once fully visible, red is the color of life violated, and in the act of betrayal and of waste.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers, And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers; A poet's face asleep in this grey morn. Now in the midst of the old world forlorn A mystic child is set in these still hours. I keep this time, even before the flowers, Sacred to all the young and the unborn.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

the feet should have more of the acquaintance of earth, and know more of flowers, freshness, cool brooks, wild thyme, and salt sand than does anything else about us. ... It is only the entirely unshod that have lively feet.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

Children have a fastidiousness that time is slow to cure. It is to be wondered, for example, whether if the elderly were half as hungry as children are they would yet find so many things at table to be detestable.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the affairs of children. Civilization is cruel in sending them to bed at the most stimulating time of dusk.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

A child is beset with long traditions. And his infancy is so old, so old, that the mere adding of years in the life to follow will not seem to throw it further back -- it is already so far.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alice Meynell

The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Now, in our opinion no author should be blamed for obscurity, nor should any pains be grudged in the effort to understand him, provided that he has done his best to be intelligible. Difficult thoughts are quite distinct from difficult words. Difficulty of thought is the very heart of poetry.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

A wall is the safeguard of simplicity.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

Childhood is but change made gay and visible.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

recurrence is sure. What the mind suffered last week, or last year, it does not suffer now; but it will suffer again next week or next year. Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know the yet / Leaf-folded violet.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

From the shaken tower A flock of bells take flight, And go with the hour.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign of perpetual crowds.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

She walks--the lady of my delight-- A sheperdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards them from the steep. She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alice Meynell

The sense of humor has other things to do than to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

In the case of women, it is of the living and unpublished blood that the violent world has professed to be delicate and ashamed. See the curious history of the political rights of woman under the Revolution. On the scaffold she enjoyed an ungrudged share in the fortunes of party. Political life might be denied her, but that seems a trifle when you consider how generously she was permitted political death.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alice Meynell

Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place, seen once, abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents, its habits, its breath, its name.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

In childhood we all have ... a far higher sensibility for April and April evenings - a heartache for them, which in riper years is gradually and irretrievably consoled.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alice Meynell

If life is not always poetical, it is at least metrical. Periodicity rules over the mental experience of man, according to the path of the orbit of his thoughts. Distances are not gauged, ellipses not measured, velocities not ascertained, times not known. Nevertheless, the recurrence is sure. What the mind suffered last week, or last year, it does not suffer now; but it will suffer again next week or next year.