Arthur Symons
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Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons, was a British poet, critic and magazine editor...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 February 1865
lonely loneliness sea
Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.
dream fate light
There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.
world speak mystic
The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.
love heart flames
Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.
fall fire desire
The dead are happy, having no desire. I rise and fall, and rise and fall again, Something is in me, famishing for bread, Baffled and unappeasable as fire.
life dream night
Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.
love fate stores
To have loved, to have been made happy thus, / What better fate has life in store for us?
dream art passion
Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.
venice saws realist
A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
spring earth noise
The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.
love crush brain
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.
london canvas subtle
The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.
beauty perfect style
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.
soul opal cloudy
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.