
A History of Greek Mathematics (1921) Vol. 1. From Thales to Euclid
Source: Hellas (1821), l. 696-703
A History of Greek Mathematics (1921) Vol. 1. From Thales to Euclid
“The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed.”
Source: Sisterhood Everlasting
"The Genealogy of Animals", p. 85
The Universal Kinship (1906), The Physical Kinship
“Broad-based upon her people’s will,
And compass'd by the inviolate sea.”
To the Queen, st. 9 (1851)
Graves of Two English Soldiers on Concord Battleground, st. 3 (1849)
“But you want to remember that below the sea of clouds lies eternity.”
Source: Terre des Hommes (1939), Ch. I : The Craft
Context: "Navigating by the compass in a sea of clouds over Spain is all very well, it is very dashing, but—"
And I was struck by the graphic image:
"But you want to remember that below the sea of clouds lies eternity."
And suddenly that tranquil cloud-world, that world so harmless and simple that one sees below on rising out of the clouds, took on in my eyes a new quality. That peaceful world became a pitfall. I imagined the immense white pitfall spread beneath me. Below it reigned not what one might think — not the agitation of men, not the living tumult and bustle of cities, but a silence even more absolute than in the clouds, a peace even more final. This viscous whiteness became in my mind the frontier between the real and the unreal, between the known and the unknowable. Already I was beginning to realize that a spectacle has no meaning except it be seen through the glass of a culture, a civilization, a craft. Mountaineers too know the sea of clouds, yet it does not seem to them the fabulous curtain it is to me.
Pan-Worship
Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)
Context: O evanescent temples built of man
To deities he honoured and dethroned!
Earth shoots a trail of her eternal vine
To crown the head that men have ceased to honour.
Beneath the coronal of leaf and lichen
The mocking smile upon the lips derides
Pan's lost dominion; but the pointed ears
Are keen and prick'd with old remember'd sounds.
All my breast aches with longing for the past!
Thou God of stone, I have a craving in me
For knowledge of thee as thou wert in old
Enchanted twilights in Arcadia.
"Requiescat" (1853), st. 4