Arthur Symons quotes

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend! (Arthur Symons)
What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves.... He must have the passion of a lover. View quote
Arthur Symons
The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep. View quote
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Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance. View quote
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Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me. View quote
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Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders. View quote
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He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue. View quote
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My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring. View quote
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I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps. View quote
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I heard the sighing of the reedsAt noontide and at evening,And some old dream I had forgottenI seemed to be remembering. View quote
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The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world. (Arthur Symons)
The gray-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate; A sea of lead, a sky of slate; Already autumn in the air, alas! One stark monotony of stone, The long hotel, acutely white, Against the after-sunset light Withers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone. View quote
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I have loved colours, and not flowers; Their motion, not the swallows wings; And wasted more than half my hours Without the comradeship of things. View quote
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Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses. View quote
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My life is like a music-hall, Where, in the impotence of rage, Chained by enchantment to my stall, I see myself upon the stage Dance to amuse a music-hall. View quote
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All art is a form of artifice. For in art there can be no prejudices. View quote
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The gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And it's O to be off and away from the town With a gipsy for my dear! View quote
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A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him. View quote
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As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain. View quote
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O my child, who wronged you first, and began First the dance of death that you dance so well? Soul for soul: and I think the soul of a man Shall answer for yours in hell. View quote
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They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at watch they keep A treachery of silence; infinite. (Arthur Symons)
They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, Passing that way in silks. They wander, slow And solitary, through the city ways, And they alone remember those old days Men have forgotten. View quote
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Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air, Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile, Come to me out of the past, and I see her there As I saw her once for a while. View quote
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