Alice Meynell
Alice Meynell
Alice Christiana Gertrude Meynellwas an English writer, editor, critic, and suffragist, now remembered mainly as a poet...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth22 September 1847
moving eye men
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 ...
betrayal color broken
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.
children taken civilization
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.
spring autumn clouds
Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.
clouds light shining
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.
children journey cheerful
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 ...
strong memories angel
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.
children eye men
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.
children years infancy-is
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.
next-week years mind
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.
nature moon apples
There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.
happiness mind matter
Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.
blue delight lurks passage shun sweetest thee tired
I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, / I shun the thought that lurks in all delight - / The thought of thee - and in the blue heaven's height, / And in the sweetest passage of a song.
covered explicit implicit life living modest true
The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest color of the unpublished blood.