He is in Romeo and Juliet, in the Winters Tale, in Provençal poetry, in the Ancient Mariner, in La Belle Dame sans merci, and in Chattertons Ballad of Charity.
Whatever is realised is right.I am quite ready to say.I have said of myself that I was one who stood in symbolic relations to the art and culture of my age.To us, what is termed orthodoxy is merely a facile unintelligent acquiescence; but to them, and in their hands, it was a terrible and paralysing tyranny.The curved brow of Apollo was like the suns disc crescent over a hill at dawn, and his feet were as the wings of the morning, but he himself had been cruel to Marsyas and had made Niobe childless.
But I let myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease.
Everything about my tragedy has been hideous, mean, repellent, lacking in style; our very dress makes us grotesque.
Before his time there had been gods and men, and, feeling through the mysticism of sympathy that in himself each had been made incarnate, he calls himself the Son of the one or the Son of the other, according to his mood.
Llena de quejas y reproches por su egoísmo y su ingratitud, es, al mismo tiempo, la narración de la historia de esa trágica relación, contada con una precisión de detalles provistos por el largo tiempo de reflexión y confinamiento, más la larga memoria desde.
One always thinks of him as a young bridegroom with his companions, as indeed he somewhere describes himself; as a shepherd straying through a valley with his sheep in search of green meadow or cool stream; as a singer trying to build out of the.
I need not say I am not talking of particular individuals.You shall have those laws exercised to the full.It is with the exception that we have.To the artist, expression is the only mode under which he can conceive life at all.They have been his companions.It is what is hidden behind everything.I have, however, to do it, and now and then I have moments of submission and acceptance.My lot has been one of public infamy, of long imprisonment, of misery, of ruin, of disgrace, but I am not worthy of it not yet, at any rate.All that Christ says to us by the way of a little warning is that every moment should be beautiful, that the soul should always be ready for the coming of the bridegroom, always waiting for the voice of the lover, Philistinism being simply that.I ceased to be lord over myself.For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow.